God turns springs into streams,
That flow down the mountains;
And as water it seems,
Gushes out of fountains.
He gives for man and beast,
Animals quench their thirst;
As birds bathe as they feast,
Squabble to who is first.
See them fly through the sky,
Searching out for the food;
While their babies cry,
Having a hunger mood.
The water falls as rain,
For nourishing the earth;
Into rivers they drain,
While giving crops birth.
God is the one to know,
To what this planet needs;
Replenish fruit to grow,
Sprout from the tiny seeds.
He provides for the field,
Nutrition in the ground;
For the farmer to yield,
A harvest to abound.
Juicy grapes for prize wine,
Making people feel good;
To drink makes your face shine,
A choice only God could.
In the field grows the grain,
That bakers make the bread;
So, thank God for the rain,
That people can bed fed.
Thank the Lord for the trees,
Where the birds makes their nests;
Sway in a gentle breeze,
For hearing their songfests.
As the sun arises,
The darkness fades away;
The dew vaporizes,
Bringing us a new day.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer
