By Anita Mondragon
I wrote the following while on a fishing trip with my husband, We went to Estes Park, and the landscape was awe-inspiring, showing the greatness of God! Enjoy!
PRAISE TO THE CREATOR!
The grass so green,
The sky so blue;
The birds on wing,
All speak of YOU!
The soft blowing breeze,
The choir of birds,
Each sings their praise
Without any words.
But YOU, oh Lord
Know the language of bees…
Of birds on the air,
And rustling leaves;
Of water that laps-
And waves that roar;
Of crabs that crawl
On the sandy shore…
Of butterflies that seemingly
Don’t make a sound;
Of tiny insects,
That crawl on the ground.
YOU know the language
Of trees and flowers
That dance on the breeze
In the moonlit hours;
Of sunlight that shines
On the rivers and seas…
Of the rippling water
On the lakes from the breeze.
As they whisper their love…
Give thanksgiving and praise
To their Maker above
Who orders all their ways;
Earth sings her song
To the Father above.
Who created them all
In His infinite love!