Gifts from the Divine - January 10, 1956

Photo by: Lucrecia Mouser

So many things with beauty rare,

The lake, the spruce, the pine;

The mountains reach, O so high,

Are gifts from the Divine.

The cattle on the thousand hills,

The beast that roam the wild;

The birds that sail the blue and sing,

The little lamb so mild.

No tongue can tell us all the things,

God gives to us my dear;

How grateful we should be to Him,

And always we should fear;

The true and Living God each day,

While working or at rest;

For He has planned for each of us,

His very, very best.

A million things He gives to us,

Above them all, is one;

Which towers out above them all,

The gift of His own Son.

Christ Jesus died on Calvary,

He died for you and me;

That we might have life at its best,

For all eternity.

~ J. J. Davis ~