In every blade of grass

Or leaf that shivers in the wind,

I feel the Lord move past,

And know He is my friend.

 
All good things come from above

And were formed by hands so strong,

Sent from a heart filled with love

Who would have us know no wrong.

 
Beyond belief and comprehension

His creation is so amazingly vast,

To wonder at His creative intention

Is to learn how great He is at last.

 
Bigger becomes his scope

As one perceives his creation

And views its magnitude of hope

As we long for His blissful nation.

 
If all of earths things are so great,

What will be the heavenly realm?

We must not decide too late

To choose to live endlessly with Him.

 
A life surrender in this world

Will great rewards eventually gain

When sin from us we’ve hurled

And we travel to our eternal plane.

 
None of earth’s things will last.

What in this life do we dare to grasp?

Nothing here could ever compare.

Nothings worth missing heaven so fair.

–by June Smith