Praise the God of Creation

My Father sees the needs of the sparrow
Dresses the lilies up so fine
He sees when the corn needs a shower
Sends sun when it's sun-shinning time

Burrows, He provides for little creatures
And water so the fishes can swim
Counts the hairs on my head every moment
Because I'm so important to Him

All of creation doth praise Him
In some mysterious way
If I fail to praise Him, 'the rocks will cry out'
This is what I heard Him say

Praise the Father, the God of creation
For soon comes the end of this race
Return unto Him with thanksgiving
For His majesty, love and His Grace

Yolanda Cohen © 2007




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