R. K. Hart
He can open the petal of the dark red rose.
And bring it's sweet scent to my nose.
He can teach a spider to spin its intricate web.
And grow a glorious flower in its dark soiled bed.
He took the rock and added pressure from his hand,
And dressed the beach with its sun golden sand.
He arrayed in glorious feathers, the mighty eagle.
And fitted the monarch of the sky, in manner regal.
He taught the waves to lap the sandy beach,
And placed the snowy clouds just out of reach.
He placed the blue in my loves eyes.
And positioned the sun and moon in the sky.
With these wondrous thoughts in mind.
To my Heavenly Father I would be entwined.
I put my trust in Him, my sufficiency.
I wonder why He would have me as His emissary.
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