The blowing wind wears thin each rock
Until it turns to sand,
Much like the geese within each flock
Migrate from land to land.
The bud and bloom of every plant
From seeds as small as grain.
The life and death of every ant
--A wonder to explain.
Star movements in the nighttime sky;
True beauty to behold.
Children that are somewhat shy
Until they grow more bold.
The spinning Earth will always twirl,
The rising sun will set,
Much like the love of boy and girl
Is part of life's vignette.
All of this, and much, much more
Reflects the world you know.
So don't you think that at the core
Of all this to-and-fro
A higher source of every thought
Is guiding you as well?
And if the truth were really sought
You'd lie down for a spell
To marvel at the rhythmic beat
Of your own pulsing heart
For there you'll find the central seat
Of God's most precious art.
