The Beauty of
the Earth, the Grandeur of the Sea
By J. Brad
Chapman
(November 21,
2013)
I feel god in
each grain of sand that’s sifted through my hand.
From lofty
peak, His spirit speaks; in wonderment I scan.
From the
smallest desert flower, its fragrant scent I smell,
to surging
beach or tranquil reach, from each resplendent shell.
I see God in
the northern lights; it’s dancing, swirling show,
I see God in
the tropic depths; it’s phosphorescent glow.
I taste God in
the goodness of a clear, high mountain spring;
I’m calmed by
God’s beautiful song, as meadowlark, she sings.
I see God in
the sunset with its vibrant, vivid hues.
I see God in
horizons wide, their vast and splendid views.
I see God in
the snow-white flakes that flutter from the sky,
and the thought
of temple blessings bring tears to grateful eyes.
I feel god in
each drop of rain that trickles down my face.
I think of
living water and His matchless, infinite grace.
God’s purity
and peace I see in alpine lakes so clear.
God’s
strength I sense in craggy peaks; precipitous and shear.
In stormy seas
the lighthouse glows, its sweeping beacon bright;
I see God in
its steady beam, a constant guiding light.
I see God in
the steadfast waves that break upon the sand;
and think of
His unceasing care and ever-reaching hand.
I see God in
the order of the sun, the stars, and moon,
I see God’s
sure, creative hand in forest, marsh, and dune.
I see God’s
love in furry chicks or newborn wobbly faun,
and I marvel
at that tender love . .
. . .
which I rely upon.
I love the
beauty of the earth, the grandeur of the sea;
and know the
Lord created all, “to bear record of me”.
So with the
gratitude I feel, my eyes with tears a-flood,
I’ll cherish
the supernal gift of His atoning blood.
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