By: Anita Mondragon
I wrote the following poem one day while on a fishing trip in the mountains with my husband. Not sure if I’ve ever shared it before…but I’m just having a thankful day. So grateful for all of God’s love and mercy towards me…including all the beauty He supplies every day if I’ll just take the time to stop and look…
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 of 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,
The rippling water on the lakes
From the breeze.
Earth sings her song
To the Father above
Who created them all
In His infinite love!