I
feel God in the gentle breeze
as
it blows through emerald trees.
I
see Him way up in the sky
in
birds that flap their wings and fly.
As
I smell a fragrant flower
I’m
reminded of God’s power.
From
seeds I watch new life grow
Even
with my faith this is so.
As
I touch a baby’s precious face
I
feel my father’s sweet embrace.
In
all this world signs of His grace
In
heaven He’s reserved my place.
Judy
Wood
