His Land

He pushes the sun with His fingertips
Up into the sky;
Colouring it deep shades of pink and purple
He blows the darkness by.

Compassionately He touches the flowers
Waking them from their sleep;
They open and mist their perfume
Making the world smell sweet.

He whispers a song to His birds
And happily they chirp along;
They watch as he gently wakes His world
They set the mood with His song.

Sometimes sadly, He watches His earth
And His children missing its’ beauty;
By pulling a rain curtain over the land
He replenishes it – His duty.

He opens His hand once again
Letting the sun slip far below;
Darkness quietly settles over the earth
As He tosses sparkling jewels to and fro.

As His children drift asleep
Quietly He sings them a lullaby;
He melodically whispers the words
“Love my earth, see its’ beauty with pride.”

04/17/95