The lakes the valleys, the hills, the trees
God created all these
Star and Moon, Rain and Sun
God created every one

A child was born of lowly birth
To spread God's word over all the earth
He came to die to save us all
The good, the bad, the great the small

How wondrous was that glorious plan
To send His son to die for man
But ears are closed and eyes don't see
That he was given for you and me

We walk the earth in worldly ways
Not giving thanks or any praise
To God the Father and the Son
Who loves us more than anyone
 
 

Lesley J Mills

© 2004 Lesley J Mills