God's presence is all around His work seen everywhere, In many coloured flowers Perfumed with such care. On the highest mountains, The valleys and the glens, His voice is loud and clear Across the windswept fens. Deep within the forest Beneath the tallest trees, He finds a place for bluebells, To protect them from a breeze. Beside a babbling brook You can hear the song He sings, Ever rippling, ever flowing, Murmuring a thousand things. God's work here on the land, Is seen in every season And everything He planned Was created for a reason. He gave the earth to man, A gift from Heaven above, God's work is never done As He touches us with love. Marian Jones © 2002 Words Of Life Poetry Artwork - Poem - Music  Used with permission. Works may not be reproduced, distributed or displayed in any way without written permission from the artists. Please Honor the Artists Copyright Laws.    All Rights Reserved  © 1999-2008