Many beauties God has created
But less that have been worshipped
Nature is beautiful
Yet has its works to be adored
Step out to the blessing of this vision,
But don't step in too deep
For it will take you where you want to be,
But not in the way you want to go
Many a time we'll all like that joyous ride,
But let God take his time
For if we rush our journey,
We may land at our destination in devastation
A flower though it may seem,
The fragrance, the colour, the sensitivity
Thorns though many don't see,
That which protects its own beauty
A mountain with sweet springs
And a snowy cap,
That which is surfaced with ice
To slip away from the glorious feature
The soft, yet sharp touch of air;
A fresh divine flow of its breeze
Swishes through a vast of unknown,
Leaving us to experience the holy discoveries
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Many beauties God has created
But less that have been worshipped
Nature is beautiful
Yet has its works to be adored
Step out to the blessing of this vision,
But don't step in too deep
For it will take you where you want to be,
But not in the way you want to go
Many a time we'll all like that joyous ride,
But let God take his time
For if we rush our journey,
We may land at our destination in devastation
A flower though it may seem,
The fragrance, the colour, the sensitivity
Thorns though many don't see,
That which protects its own beauty
A mountain with sweet springs
And a snowy cap,
That which is surfaced with ice
To slip away from the glorious feature
The soft, yet sharp touch of air;
A fresh divine flow of its breeze
Swishes through a vast of unknown,
Leaving us to experience the holy discoveries
