Gifts From God
I love God:
He makes good days when I'm sad,
So that I can't feel sad for the
wonder of it;
The clean sharp feel of His blues
and greens,
Trees on the top of a hill,
His hands on earth.I love Him:
He made perfections like leaves.
He startles me with orioles.
And puts funny little plants in
the woods for me.He makes wild, vast storms,
rising up shrieking,
To tear down His stately makings...
Oaks and rivers...
And man.
Just to tell us we cannot
do without Him:
He is Lord.I love God:
He attends me as He attends the
intricacies of a tiny conch shell
on a flat expanse of beach.
So very small...
He must have loved it to make it so.
Author Unknown
Oh, for a place of rolling fields
Covered with carpets of green
With yellow flowers here and there
And bending in the breezeWhere I could go to pause and pray
Beneath some shady tree
Just to gaze at all the beauty
And feel Christ there with meOr to stroll there in the sunshine
With it tranquil all around
And be restored within my soul
Peace and joy to be foundAnd as I left these lovely fields
Took the dusty path to home
His Spirit soon another day
Would call me there to roamBy Dee
March 12, 1974
(Revised Dec. 7, 1995; originally entitled "Rolling Fields")
