God is still Father

The flowers, the creatures,  the clouds in the sky
Are speaking and singing and  inviting you and I
To experience, to savor the beauty and the  rest
That moves them; incites them; to songs of happiness...

The moments, the hours, the seconds of each day
Are passing without notice as we go along our way
But inside them, about them, these markers of time,
Are secrets and passages to places more  sublime...

So we listen and we're pausing to inhale all the air
While viewing God's beauty that's reflected  everywhere,,,
We hear it and we see it, inside our spirits and will;
That God is still Father and providing for us still