I think of all the blessings,
That God has thus bestowed,
The greatest one of all must be,
That of the unknown,

He then chose to show it,
To our most curious mind,
And surely he was grinning,
When he saw that it was fine,

He first made the horizon,
To pull us from the heart,
And bends in paths and rivers,
To show us where to start,

He filled Great Earth with wonder,
More than ever can be told,
And each piece with such detail,
That it never can get old,

Our souls delight to wander,
To study and learn as well,
Always there is more to know,
And always a new trail,

But he had one more whimsy,
That some paths lead within,
And where we think we finish,
Is just where we begin,

So here we are still going,
And growing all the while,
I think he is still watching,
With an old mischievous smile.

JDoyle