On the morning sun rising solemnly
Behind my cotton curtain
And thru my eyes, tired and weary
He smiles through the clouds
Blessing the fields with corn In the waterfalls that give lively sounds
He rides the thunder storm
He lets the rain feed the livestock
The grains, the chicken and the worms
With dew He waters my plants
When He, my seeds allows to sprout Giving answers to my wants
I see Him in the free air
In the quiet morning
He sifts in and touches my hair
I see Him push water to the shores
Letting the oceans Whales horn Surfing the tides and the storms
I see my God in all I do
He teaches, He blesses and leads me
Do you see Him too?
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