A Picture

by: Donald A. MacCord

revised 2011

Oh God above look down and see what treasure you have bought,
With gentle warmth and time unbound much riches you have wrought.
From tiny streams across the land the mighty rivers flow
and cast their waters on the land allowing life to grow.
The stately pines and mighty oaks cast forth their branches high
Giving shelter to the land below and drawing creatures nigh.
Great mountains reach to heaven's door with splendor purple peaks
With solitude and awesome quiet yet powerful they speak.
And on the valley floor below vast fields of flowers grow
That paint a picture in testament of the richness you can sow.

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