Without Him

In rhythm and rhyme,
across the eons of time
Sweet melodies seem to speak to me...

Feelings felt in the atmosphere
reassures me that God is near...

He that hath ears to hear
In the song of the bird
His story is told,
Confirming He is here.

He that hath eyes to see
In the valleys, across the lands,
Blossoms ever reaching to the sky,
praising His name on High.
as our cue to raise our hands.

Watch and Listen...
The earth cries to His majesty,
ever knowing without Him
there existence would not be.
Mary L Ford

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