One night I lay out under the stars
In silent meditation
Concerning the beauties of this Earth
God's own creation.
The beautiful hills, and valleys so green
The beautiful rivers and lakes in between
The beautiful flowers and trees by day
The stars and moon by night
That cast their beams and bathed the earth
In silvery moonlight.
But while I lay there thinking
A flock of fleecy clouds sailed by
They parted slowly and the moon
Shone full from out of the sky.
As I gazed in admiration
At this wondrous sight
The fleecy clouds took smaller shapes
Like distant sheep at night.
Still thinking of God's handiwork
And of the solid rock
The moon became a Good Shepherd
To the snow white fleecy flock.
And the beautiful gorgeous sunsets
So colorful in scope
Could scarcely fail to prove
To any one the Christian's Hope.
God's paintings are so wonderful
They prove to us His Love
And that His never weary hand
Is still guiding from above.
by Elizabeth Calkins
Before I was a twinkly in their eyes.
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