Reflections of a Joyful Heart

by Joy
(Gray, LA, U.S.A.)

Each stroke of the Mighty Artist,
Which falls upon the land;
Creations of the Master,
All by His powerful hand.

As wildflowers sway in an open field,
On a beautiful summers day;
So must we to His will yield,
And follow in every way.

As the meadowlark sings it's joyful song,
At the start of each new day,
He gives praise to the Lord so strong,
And does to us convey

His message to the One above,
Which we too should give;
Give to Him with all our love,
Through the life we live.

The willow tree which seems to weep,
Cries with joy, you see,
To this powerful Artist, and says,
"Thanks for creating me."

And when the sky is filled with gloom,
And darkness doth set in,
'Tis but a reminder,
To cry out our thanks to Him.

Each tiny sparkling raindrop
Shows His glory too,
As it rests upon a leaf-top,
It's praise is shining through.

Take time to see the beauty,
In His creations great and small;
From the mountains to a firefly,
Let's thank Him for them all.

He pours on us in little ways,
His everlasting grace;
As we do His will each day,
With a smile upon our face.

For happiness can be ours, you see,
If we but let Him in
To work His plan in you and me,
And our life won't seem so dim.

Let's praise Him as we go our way,
Never cease as we do.
For in each little, tiny way,
He's guiding me and you.

Now behold the beauty of this world once more,
And know that it's from Him.
Take in the wonders big and small,
See the beauty from within.

This earthly time passes quickly,
So wisely should we spend
Each moment as though it were the last,
For this journey soon will end.

So let's glorify His name with love,
In all we say and do.
For we are images of the Lord above,
Created for Him, too.