I Saw God Wash The World
I saw God wash the world last night
With His sweet showers on high;
And then when morning came
I saw him hang it out to dry.
He washed each slender blade of grass
And every trembling tree;
He flung his showers against the hills
And swept the rolling sea.
The white rose is a deeper white;
The red, a richer red
Since Gold washed every fragrant face
And put them all to bed.
There's not a bird, there's not a bee
That wings along the way,
But is a cleaner bird and bee
Than it was yesterday.
I saw God wash the world last night;
Ah, would He had washed me
As clean of all my dust and dirt
As that old white birch tree!
As I sit here at the computer which is in a corner by my front window, I behold such beauty that I dare not even try to capture by camera. I see colors of red, gold, yellow, orange, green, gray, rust, browns; shades that even crayola cannot duplicate. I thought of the above poem as I sit here sipping coffee, listening to the rain. My children learned it when they were young. Thank you God for such a lovely-picture perfect morning. How Great Thou Art!