When I look, out my Window, The World, Before me Flows.
Trees Dotting the Landscape, Among the Buildings Grow.
Hills Lying in the Distance, Birds Flying in the Air,
Clouds Passing Overhead, Hiding Mountains from my Stare.
For God in all His Glory, With a Paintbrush in his Hand,
With Love and Great Patience, Has been, Painting, Again.
All Glory is His Canvas, His Easel and His Stand.
The Twinkle in a Child’s Eye, or Couples Hand in Hand.
The Pain, and the Laughter, and Things, We don’t, Understand.
For God in all his Glory, Has been, Painting, Again.
A Flag Flaps in the Distance, People Walking right on by,
Children Playing and Laughing, Trees Swaying as if they Sigh.
The Sun sets in the Distance, The Sky is all Aglow,
With Radiance and Great Beauty, Never before Seen or Known.
For God in all His Glory, With a Paintbrush in his Hand,
With Love and Great Patience, Has been, Painting, Again.
All Glory is His Canvas, His Easel and His Stand.
The Twinkle in a Child’s Eye, or Couples Hand in Hand.
The Pain, and the Laughter, and Things, We don’t, Understand.
For God in all his Glory, Has been, Painting, Again.
As I Wake with the Sunlight, Creeping on my Bedroom Wall.
And I Look and our Eyes meet, and you Smile, and Blink, and Yawn.
And I Wonder and I Ponder, What I did, to see this Dawn.
With its Wonders and its Glory, and Sights, and Views, and Songs.
For God in all his Glory, With a Paintbrush in his Hand,
With Love and Great Patience, Has been, Painting, Again.
All Glory is His Canvas, His Easel and His Stand.
The Twinkle in a Child’s Eye, or Couples Hand in Hand.
The Pain, and the Laughter, and Things, We don’t, Understand.
For God in all his Glory, Has been, Painting, Again.
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