The Handi Work Of God

As I walked along the pathway
the moon was shinning bright
As I talked with my Savior
In the garden last night I'm so thankful that I'm living
Where it's free to worship God
And have eyes to see the beauties
of the handi work of God He made the flowers in the gardens
So their beauties we could see
He put the snow upon the mountains
and the water in the sea He made the hills and the valleys
He put the leaves upon the trees
He gave us the freedom to worship
To worship as we please I'm so thankful that I'm living
Where it's free to worship God
And have eyes to see the beauties
Of the handi work of God.

by Freda Lee Jackson

Other poems of FREDA LEE JACKSON (2)

Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.