The love of God is a wonderful thing.
I see Him in the blooming spring:
I see Him in the evening primrose
That rise as rainbows from the soil
To soothe us with their scents in oil,
The rainbows which from the soil grows.
I see Him in the bird's own little wing,
The miracle of the sky that travels as it sings.
I see Him in every crevice of home-cooked food
That mum makes, she made it and saw that it was good!
I see Him in courtship, when he her hand has won,
Fog fades, and then? God provides the shining sun.
I see Him in marriage, when He her and him entwines,
Their joy is full, fulfilled in love, His love divine.
I see Him in every smiling face,
Whether white or red or black or blue,
No matter how uncommon the exterior hue,
I look there carefully, with a sharpened view,
and God's own pencil marks I trace.
Oh, the love of God is a wonderful thing;
I see Him in the school children playing
Hide and seek. When the bully declines to bully,
The strong comfort the weak, He's glorified fully.
Finally, the love of God is a wonderful thing,
I see Him in the big, medium and small thing,
But I see Him most, when Him on that cross,
I see nailed, alone, in tears, almost at loss
For what to say. This I see, I see His pain,
And all His shame, all suffered, for my gain.
@mistamoon1 God bless you friend.
SmileLoveForgive 6 months ago
God bless you brother!
mistamoon1 7 months ago