MY POEM ON "GOD'S WORLD."

I'm glad I am living this morning,
Because the day is so fair,
And I feel God's presence so keenly,
About me everywhere.

The heavens declare His glory,
The trees seem to speak of His power;
And I see His matchless beauty,
In each small, growing flower.

The rocks all tell of His wonder,
In the hills His strength I see;
And the birds are singing His praises,
In the songs that they sing to me.

Oh, I'm glad to be living this morning,
In a world of beauty so rare,
Where the God of Heaven is hovering,
About me everywhere.
MY POEM ON "GOD'S WORLD." I'm glad I am living this morning, Because the day is so fair, And I feel God's presence so keenly, About me everywhere. The heavens declare His glory, The trees seem to speak of His power; And I see His matchless beauty, In each small, growing flower. The rocks all tell of His wonder, In the hills His strength I see; And the birds are singing His praises, In the songs that they sing to me. Oh, I'm glad to be living this morning, In a world of beauty so rare, Where the God of Heaven is hovering, About me everywhere.
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