He is There

His providence is felt
With rain falling from on high
His awesome power is felt
With the lightning that fills the sky.
His creative touch we behold
In the beauty before our eyes,
His gift of song is heard
From each bird above that files.
In all that He created
The last He loved the best
Made from dust, with a living soul
To seek His will our quest.
Created, loved, but not alone
For His touch is always near
To lift us up and help us deal
With each trial and doubt and tear.
Every where around you see
God's handiwork so fair,
It's His way of reminding us
Through power and love, He's There!
©                                            © Jim Ness