Who bids the flowers bloom each day
and makes the raindrops dance?
What hand pulls sunrise from the dark
and gives the dawn its chance?
The majesty of eagle's flight,
the butterfly’s frail wings...
What great Creator could have made
all these amazing things?
He placed the moon so carefully
it blocks deep space’s blow…
set sunshine’s temperature just right…
Who did it; do you know?
A rainbow bending o'er the world
the green of precious leaf,
I look and nature calls to me
confirming my belief.
He blessed the Earth with many things,
His people to enjoy.
When the created went astray,
He sent a baby boy.
Not any child, this babe of His;
Full God and full mankind;
so those who seek to reconcile
salvation there will find.
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