The Handiwork of God

The Handiwork of God

I believe in the brook as it wanders
From hillside into glade;
I believe in the breeze as it whispers
When evening's shadows fade.

I believe in the roar of the river
As it dashes from high cascade;
I believe in the cry of the tempest
'Mid the thunder's cannonade.

I believe in the light of shining stars;
I believe in the sun and the moon.
I believe in the flash of lightning;
I believe in the night bird's croon.

I believe in the faith of the flowers,
I believe in the rock and sod;
For in all of these appeareth clear
The handiwork of God.
~ Author Unknown ~