GOD'S LOVING HANDS

by: Albert N. Theel

The beauty of the daffodils
In beds of snowy white
The patter of a gentle rain
A song of sheer delight.

The freshness of the ocean breeze
As it sweeps across the land
Can there be doubt this would exist
Without God's loving hand.

The song of a canary
With such a pleasant tune
The wondrous smell of springtime
With fields that are in bloom.

The birds that soar up in the sky
All creatures on this land
No doubt that this could ever be
Without God's loving hand.

So thank Him without measure
For His blessings showered down
That fill our lives with pleasure
'Til at last we're homeward bound.

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