I saw God’s handiwork today,
Along a forest path.
His voice was singing in the wind;
Each birdsong was His laugh.

Below my feet were fallen leaves
With colors bright and strong.
No leaf escaped without His touch;
His mark was on each one.

My life is oft like fallen leaves,
Sometimes I’m trodden on;
But unlike leaves that drop and die,
I’ll live on through His Son.