The birds that cleave to the golden sky,
The beauty I see with the natural eye.
The flowers that dance in the wind,
God put them there for you, my friend.
The radiant sky, with its white and blues,
The very streams reflect their hues.
The sun which shines on the morning dew,
God put them there for me and you.
As we behold God's beauty, our emotions are mixed with tears,
For when we listen closely, He whispers in our ears.
That He made us too, in His image an design,
And, His light in us makes us surely shine.
How bright and glorious is His revelation,
Making evident our own creation.