The Voice of God
by BG Jenkins ©2012
The beauty of this precious earth
Lies in the voice of God,
He spoke it through his loving word,
And guards it with His rod.
Expansive realms of azure skies
Cloak fields of Kelly green.
While clouded-smoky mountain tops,
Host babbling brooks and streams.
The twilight stars dance o’er the seas,
As balmy breezes blow.
Salt air gives rise to crashing waves,
As tides both ebb and flow.
Across the earth the wind and dust
Will deserts’ domain claim,
As sprouts of bloom on cacti rise,
their prickly spines remain.
In forests dense, with birds of call,
and gently pouring rain,
The monkey’s chatter can be heard
From outside on the plain.
The earth, it is a glorious mix
Of sand, valleys, and seas
Given to us from God’s own voice
To set the captives free.