
Creation
(Rom. 1:20)
I see you in the rolling hills
Your voice is in the thunder
I watch you in the mighty clouds
And know your blood I’m under
I’m awe struck by your every river
Your every brook and stream
I thank you every single day
That you came to redeem
I see you in the winter snow
And in the summer rain
I thank you for the autumn colours
For my being born again
I’m reading Romans One and Twenty
Discussing your creation
And, yes, I know there’s no excuse
Your work speaks of creation
F. Mundle