His creation...

His Work

As the wind blows, the flowers whisper among themselves

As the clouds excite, they cry with all their might

As the sun rise, the plants grow with love and delight

As deer thirst, they rejoice at the sight of a stream

As morning mounts its wings and fly

Man says, ah another day I despise

Nature and her tenants magnify His grace

We, the brilliant of all creation forget His dear name.

My Love

You fell, I picked you up

You cried, I wiped your eyes

You slept, I watched over you

You laughed, I smiled for joy

You danced, I danced with you

Yet you ask if I care for you.

You mourned, I wept too

You drowned, I saved you then

You frowned, I turned it upside down

You languished, I gave you strength

You prayed, I answered you

Yet you question my love for you.