I Worship God

I Worship God I love the earth — Its wond'rous surface shows Variety more marked than language knows. Hills, hollows, prairies, valleys, rugged peaks; S wails, gutters, canyons, rivers, oceans creeks; Woodlands and meadows; marsh and wilderness; Fruits, flowers, grasses, trees — mankind to bless. For all this varied surface of the land Will yield obedience to the human hand. I love the rain — The gentle rhythm of its drip, drip, drip Is music to my ears. Earth's parted lip In thirsting gladness drinks the gentle shower; In helpless fear yields to the torrents power; Broadens its rivers for the raging flood, And failing, sacrifices human blood To stay destruction's hands. But when the storm is past, skies bright again, Her eyes are heavenward turned in prayer for rain. I love the light; — Sun, moon, and stars; and little candle flame That nightly in my window burns the same, With glad and welcoming glow; Breathing the greeting that I most would know When I come back again to my small home. The light that man has made I understand, But well I know some higher, more pow'rful Hand Controls the heavenly lights; that night and day Would cease, if he who whispered first "Let There Be Light" Should let these many orbs slip from his sight. I love this we call "Life." My own life I am glad to have received. No greater purpose could have been achieved If I with diligence my time employ. I love my neighbors, friends, and all mankind, And greatest joy in serving them I find. I view in wonderment the mighty plan By which the Earth subservient is to Man. I love all things — each flower, each star, each clod, But all my praise and worship are for God. St. George, Utah. MABEL JARVIS