He's There Poem by david lessard

I look out my window and He is there -
I walk along the avenue, and so does He -
I converse with Him and say a silent prayer -
How marvelous it is, that He should welcome me.

How glorious are His mysterious ways -
How awesome are His lovely sounds -
No man can match His blessed days -
Or cultivate His earth-filled grounds.

I listen to His music, songs that only I can hear -
It's a concert greater than you know -
But you must be still and lend an ear -
Then you'll know, just how the song does flow.

How mighty are His splendorous works of Art -
How strong and powerful His gracious call -
He works a circumcision of the heart -
And knocks down, the denseness of a solid wall.

He's everywhere I turn and see -
Everywhere I hear a laugh, or cry -
Everywhere there's a soul,
struggling to be free -
And He'll be there,
when I take my final sigh.