I Know You're There

I know You're there when dawn begins to paint
The skies with color high above my head.
I know You're there when birds begin to sing
In spite of rain, a happy song instead.

I know You're there along the narrow path
That winds beyond the summit of a hill.
And when the twilight falls, 'neath stars above,
Within the silence I have found You still.

I know You're there throughout the busy hours,
I scarce have time to whisper Your sweet Name,
When snowflakes turn the winter world to white,
And autumn burns the hills with her bright flame.

I know You're there when spring peeps through the ground,
And bluebells softly ripple in the wind,
When summer comes and dappled shadows lend
A quiet peace beyond the river's bend.

I know You're there beyond the slightest doubt,
So many times I've felt Your presence when
Doubt blocked the way or when a bridge was out,
And once again You helped me on again.

And through the years when it may well appear
I walk alone and there are none to care,
Dear Lord, what breathless joy to turn around,
...And find You there!

~ Grace E. Easley