Feel the grass beneath the trees;
See the birds dance gracefully in the sky;
These creatures silently testify
A Creator put them there.

Smell the fragrant beauty of the roses;
Smile as a child first begins to walk;
These miracles though they do not talk

Tell us a creator made them work.
And as you gaze upon these things,
Stop awhile to consider

Why anyone would think it came about by chance
When all creation loudly sings
That a creator put them there.

Through the wind and through the rain
He is there amidst the pain.
Though dark clouds drench your soul,
Your life, in His hands, is in control.

No fear of failure, no fear of death
No fear of Satan's evil breath
When my Savior Lord steers the way.
My soul rejoice when I hear Him say,

"My presence with you forever stay!"

Ship sailed
She was found
Across the open sea.

People toiled
Parts explored
An infant then was she.

Drum sounded
Tyranny hounded
We won our liberty.

Blood shed
Brothers dead
Torn apart was she.

Bonds repaired
People shared
To raise her up again.

Working hard
She grew strong
A nation envied by men.

People came
Increased the fame
Of her liberty.

Across the seas
To the wars
To set the nations free.

Back home soon
By mid-afternoon
They're off and gone again.

Now where she goes
No one knows
But I shall always see

This dear old land
Of worthy hands
A land of liberty.

There she sat each day
The weight of the world on her shoulders
Though her words would never betray
The strain of her heart she kept hidden.

Only the lines on her face
Hinted at the weariness
That comes from a life of disgrace
Wrought with bitter sweetness.

No one would ask
Though everyone wondered
How she managed such a mask
Of happiness to the world around her.

Through her tears, she gave smiles
Through each day she gave love
Admist her weakening health and trials--
All for others and not herself.

And as I sit and count
Each of these acts in her face
I'm sure they will never amount
To the happiness she really gave to this place.

The trees are now sighing
The wind has stopped blowing
For now she is dying
For her work is done here
And her grief has disappeared.

The rushing river--
Haunting, soothing, running water
Lyrical, smooth, and is the ocean's daughter--
Envelopes the land and then is gone.
A floating leaf,
A bobbing duck
Churning rocks its surface beneath,
Its ever-changing currents and tides
Are all the ways the river rides
And sculpts the earth to fit its design.
Will its creator the river betray?
Can anyone hear it speak
The name of the one who mastered its ways
So to put our minds to wonder?
Nay, I tell you, not until
The one who set this miracle on display
Makes your mind be silent and still
And opens up your heart.

Driving makes me nauseous
And that is why we must be cautious
And always drive extremely slow
So that my dinner will not flow
Up my throat and out the window!