I LOVE THE FATHER WHO HAS MADE THEM ALL

I love the rising of the sun
Ushering in the blessings of a new day,
Its radiance in the horizon so unfathomable;
In reflection of the one who made it.

I love the flowers of the field;
The cacophony of their colours, a beauty to behold,
Thankful always to their creator;
Who never fails to clothe them with splendour.

I love the birds that sing melodiously,
Giving praises just before dawn,
In tones music cannot fully comprehend;
To the one who never forgets