Poem: The Beauty of the Earth, The Grandeur of the Sea

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.