Thanks Father,
for my eyes that see,
all the precious sights,
You created them to see.
I see the hills,
rolling over there,
the baby blue sky,
and the babbling brook,
flowing gently by.
I see the clouds,
fluffy and grey,
as they float,
lazily on their way.
I see the birds,
flying to and fro,
into the branches,
all nice and warm,
a shelter,
from the coming storm.
We see Your creation,
it is everywhere,
so let’s bow,
our hearts in prayer,
and say thank you,
for all you share!
~ Winston Staples