Outside Swallows Chirp To You Their Song Of Praise Poem by Gert Strydom

Outside swallows chirp to You their song of praise,
weavers gambol the morning yellow and red,
they know that every good thing comes from You,
where you scatter their seed all over the veldt,
outside tranquil doves flutter up and down,
sing about Your great love that never ends
and about Your care even the barking dogs know,
where man in Your image, view You differently.
In nature there is system upon system
and regimes that do brilliantly complete each other,
things that man take as obvious and self-evident
and he follows the one covered in darkness
where still Your existence men do deny,
do not know You for Your love and Your care.