For the beauty of the earth declares God's glory,
I can see the stroke of His brush;
Each season displays His beauty,
But He is never in a rush.

The mountains with their snowy caps,
Pronounce the strength of our God;
The reaching branches of the trees,
Shout praise as they are awed.

The blooming flowers of many colors,
Dot our land and sod;
How can anyone not know,
That they were planted by God?

Mighty rivers flow across our country,
Refreshing the land as they go;
God's hand directed their paths,
And He told them how to flow.

I see my God's hand everywhere,
For the beauty of the earth is His;
He designed it all for you and me,
His beauty and glory we cannot miss.

Sandra S. Oidtman - 2014