How can one look into the sky,
marvel at how the birds can fly,
listen to the songs they sing
and not absorb the joy they bring.
Nor gaze into the celestial night,
where everything is placed just right,
and still have the slightest doubt
how this all came about?
How can one be filled with gloom
seeing the forbidding desert bloom
after the heavens choose to give
it the chance and will to live?
A gorgeous garnishment of flowers
brightens up a world of ours,
so how can one a skeptic be
surrounded by His sovereignty?
This earth that provides our living,
so unlike man, is so forgiving,
where His creations, when they are free,
live in orchestrated harmony.
~ Clarence Bertram Dennison
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