I sit alone on my garden bench
Just after a summer shower
Watch the gentle kiss of a honey bee
On the petal of a flower.
And I contemplate as I look on high
The hurrying clouds scudding by
Who created all these diverse things
And when? And how? And why?
So turning to the Word of God
I found some answers there
He speaks to me words from His book
Replies to my questions in prayer.
