A poem by my good 82 year old friend.
i SEE MY GOD
by
Hoyte sessions Gilstrap
I see my God in the ceaseless beauty
Of my own loved countryside,
In the perennial bursting of buds into bloom
Each time the spring comes round;
In the perfection of the movements of the stars
And the steadfast orbiting of the planets;
In the gentle caressing of the soft spring rain
Or the passion of a thunderstorm!
I see my God in the tall, tall forests
That tower above the sleeping earth;
In the lovely crocus that pushes up thro' snow
To gladden the heart with promise
Of seasons to come as they have evolved
For time upon unending time
Since first Jehovah spoke them into being.
No blind chance gave man - this mortal man -
The things that his delighted eye doth e'er behold
Nor made the eye itself that it may see
The wonders of the earth! No accidental chance
Gave me this house of flesh, the temple of my soul,
Which failing, has such mighty power,
Renewing itself gain and again!
i see my God with Master Mind and Power
So infinite as not to be conceived
By finite weaklings such as live below!
He moves the mighty nations to do service
To the will of Him with Whom we have to do!
And time moves on so slowly that
unheeding man
Sees not His powerful hand. But I,
Tho' seeing not these greater Aims and Plans,
May see in my own life and years
The work of Him Whose child I am,
And see my God,Who molds my life
To my own best and everlasting good!
God bless
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