Seasons
“He has made everything beautiful in its time.
Also He has put eternity in their
hearts…” (Ecc. 3:11)
Frosty
air that nips the cheek,
Snow crowned beauty
where 'ere I seek,
Laughing children sled
down the hill,
Then moonlight shining;
all is still.
These are gifts You give to me;
No grander painter could there be
Than God the Grand Designer Who
With majesty all this can do.
From tiny cups of white
that bloom,
Hills turn green and
seedlings grow;
Sun warms and wakens
all below.
These are gifts You
give to me;
No grander painter
could there be
Than God the Grand
Designer Who
With majesty all this
can do.
Cool, clear water in
creeks to play;
Splashes, laughter - a
summer day.
Lightning bugs and
katydids,
Campouts, stars, and
time with kids.
These are gifts You
give to me;
No grander painter
could there be
Than God the Grand
Designer Who
With majesty all this
can do.
Brushstrokes
of leaves dozens of colors –
A living painting for
all who wander
On meandering mountain
hiking trails,
Whose soul the autumn
beauty swells.
These are gifts You
give to me;
No grander painter
could there be
Than God the Grand
Designer Who
With majesty all this
can do.
Such grandeur points to
only One
Who made it by word of
His Son,
And e'en over sin makes
all things new.
In awe we then breathe
back, "Thank You."