Its his sun, his moon, his stars
They all scream praises near and far
His colors, his leaves, his trees
All beautiful signs of seasons changing
They all sing of his wonderful Majesty
His grass, his soil
Representing his grace will never toil
HIs creepy insects that give me heebie-jeebies
I don't have to fear; my God will never forsake me
The sweet deer so nurtuous
And crazy squirrels so rambunctious
They all live with a distinct, unwavering purpose
Sparrows hunt for food
All within a hopeful mood
They don't worry or fret
Just sit in our Father's rest
It's all His
Every animal, every place
Every discomplacent face
Every apathetic smile and compassionate prayer
It's all sent and captured in the forgiveness-filled air
Everything is His; your body, heart, and mind
Let peace grasp you in its warm, hospitable light
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