All These Things

The trees stand so tall and stately, as their arms reach up so high, As I sit and gaze across the clear blue sky. I can feel the wind as it blows its breath upon me, It seems so calm and gentle and as crisp as a cool breeze. I can almost sense a tingling shiver, As I look across the White River. I can feel God's presence near, As I sit and linger here. I can see the birds soaring up so high, As I view the mountains, that seem to touch the sky. As I behold the beauty of all these things, I am reminded of God's love, what a comfort it brings. Copyright1999-Galia Cockerham

The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handiwork. Psalm 19:1