Builders

Poem for the Day:

Builders
anonymous

We are the builders who build today;
But someone before us has paved the way.
Someone has dreamed and someone has prayed,
And through their vision, or hearthstones are laid.

We also are dreamers today, who dream,
But someone tomorrow must cross the stream.e
Someone must fashion from our mind's view
The future building that we would do.
Someone will master because we believe,
Someone will do what we dream to achieve.

Facts about Money

Joke of the Day:

Love explained by age group 4-8 (#5)

Measure of a Man

Poem for the Day:

Measure of a Man
anonymous

Not - How did he die, but - How did he live?
Not - What did he gain, but - What did he give?
To measure the worth
Of a man, as a man, regardless of birth.

Not - What was his station, but - Had he a heart?
And - How did he play his God-given part?
Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not - What was his church, Nor - What was his Creed?
But - Had he befriended those really in need?
Not - What did the sketch in the newspaper say?
But - How many were sorry when he passed away?

Dreams

Poem for the Day:

Dreams
by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow. 

America

Poem of the Day:

America, written by a close, long time friend of our family,

Hannah Robertson, age 16

"This one I wrote and used for the Talent Show at AWANA. It is supposed to be from the point of view of a personification of America. Personifications are an older concept of creating a person and using it as a representative of a nation. The most well-known to most Americans is Uncle Sam, or possibly Lady Liberty, but there are a couple more like Columbia, Johnny Reb, and Tommy Yank that have fallen out of use. Other countries have them as well, such as John Bull, Britannia, Marianne, Mother Russia, and others. It’s really interesting."

America

I am a million voices roaring

In a thousand languages

For freedom.

I am the crack of a musket on a bridge

As my sons stand in defiance of an unending empire.

I am the heat of a capital burning

And the heat of my sons’ rage because of it.

I am the explorers gazing over the Western Sea,

In wonder of their journey

And anticipation of my expansion

Far beyond the mountains.

I am the wildfire rumor

That sweeps from shore to shore-

Faster than any horse, “Gold in California!”

And my children run to make their fortunes.

I am the clamor of cannon

That my sons are killing each other with-

By I am also the clatter of chains falling

And my dark children singing, “Free at Last!”

I am the rhythm of a railroad hammer on a gold spike,

And the chug of an engine traveling across a continent.

I am the hammers of industry, ever moving, ever faster,

As my sons beat for me a heartbeat.

I am the one hearing the distant thunder

Of war across the sea,

A note promising Judas silver for betrayal,

And the explosion of a torpedoed passenger ship.

I am preparing for war,

My people are angry;

I fight for a time, and the war is terrible,

But my sons are brave.

I am the joy

When the guns are silent,

And the jubilee on Armistice day.

There is peace.

I am the decade of swing and jazz,

But I am falling into hard times.

I am the shovels in my son’s hands,

working for the New Deal.

I hear the thunder of War Across the Sea again.

The Unending Empire is ending, slowly,

The Reich of the Broken Cross is snuffing her light.

But I am an ocean away, I turn my back.

Until I am struck, dishonorably;

My ships are sunk, my sons- Gone.

Gone because of an Empire of the Rising Sun.

I am angry, the sleeping giant awoken.

I fight for years, long, hard years,

And the Broken Cross is abolished,

The Empire of the Rising Sun is weakening.

I deal two final blows, and it is over.

But still, I cannot rest;

The Cold Iron Nation rises against me.

I am weary, and cautious,

So I retreat to my forts and wait and watch.

I do not fight, except twice;

And each time I weep for my sons.

But the cost of open war is still higher,

So I watch and work and wait.

I am victorious; Cold Iron has fallen,

Freedom has won.

I am shocked and angry,

And so very sad. My children are dead.

The towers fell on them because

Evil men stole the wonders of the sky.

I am justice and vengeance,

I rip through the desert to find them.

I have found one, I have found the other,

And they are angry, but I am unmoved.

Justice is served. There is peace.

I can rest in the silence.

I am content to be a fortress of freedom

And for now all is well.

I am a city set on a hill

Created to be a light

To shine into the world.

The Monkey's Disgrace

Poem for the Day:

The Monkey's Disgrace
anonymous

Three monkeys sat in a coconut tree
Discussing things as they are said to be.
Said one to the other, "Now, listen you two,
There's a rumor around that can't be true,

That man descended from our noble race.
The very idea is a great disgrace.
No monkey has ever deserted his wife,
Starved her babies and ruined their life.

And you've never known a mother monk
To leave her babies with others to bunk,
Or pass from one on to another
'Till they scarcely know who is their mother.

Here's another thing a monkey won't do --
Go out at night and get on a stew,
Or use a gun or club or knife
To take another monkey's life.

Yes, man descended, the ornery cuss;
But, brother, he didn't descend from us!!

The Four Leaf Clover

Poem of the Day:

The Four Leaf Clover
by Ella Higginson

I know a place where the sun is like gold,
And the cherry blossoms burst with snow;
And down underneath is the loveliest nook
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.

One leaf is for hope, and one is for faith,
And one is for love, you know;
And God put another one in for luck.
If you search, you will find where they grow.

But you must have hope and you must have faith;
You must have love and be strong --- and so,
If you work, if you wait, you will find the place
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.

Figure it Out

Poem of the Day:

Figure It Out
Anonymous

Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You've all that the greatest of men have had:
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes,
And a brain to use if you would be wise.

Learn to Laugh

Poem of the Day:

Learn to Laugh
anonymous

If everything goes well with you
There's something you are apt to do;
Your spirits may be light as chaff,
No trouble then for you to laugh.

But when your world is upside down,
When things are bad, you're apt to frown;
Yet you could cut your gloom in half
If you would only learn to laugh.

Yes, laughter soothes the wearied soul,
Don't listen to the bells that toll;
Regardless how dismal the day or gaff,
Clouds roll away when you learn to laugh.

Day By Day

Poem of the Day:

Day by Day
Anonymous

I saw him sitting in the sun, trembling as old men do.
His house was old, his barn was old;
And yet his eyes seemed young.
His eyes had seen three times my years and kept twinkling.

Though they had looked at birth and death and three graves on a hill
Let me sit down with you, I said
And you will make me wise.
Tell me what it is that keeps the joy still shining in your eyes.

Then like an old-time friend, impressively he arose:
"I make the most of all that comes,
and least of all that goes."

Poor Child

Poem of the Day:

Poor Child

College Professor:
Such rawness in a pupil is a shame.
Lack of preparation in the high school is to blame.

High School Teacher:
Good Heavens, what crudity; the boy's a fool!
The fault, of course, is in the grammar school.

Grammar School Teacher:
From such stupidity may I be spared;
They send them up to me so unprepared.

Primary Teacher:
Kindergarten blockhead! And they call
that preparation. Worse than none at all.

Kindergarten Teacher:
Such lack of training never did I see;
What kind of woman  must the mother be?

The Mother:
Poor helpless child - he's not to blame,
His father's folks are just the same.

Stewardship

Poem for the Day:

Stewardship
anonymous

It is not what we earn that makes us rich
As riches are really known.
But how honest we are as we lay our hand
On what we call our own.

It is not what we keep that gives us peace
In an age when peace is rare,
But how truthful we are as we lay aside
Our own and the Master's share.

The Man in the Glass

Poem for the Day:

The Man in the Glass
anonymous

When you get what you want in your struggle for gain
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
And see what the man has to say.

It isn't your father or mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass.
The one whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back in the glass.

He's the one you must satisfy beyond all the rest
For he's with you right up to the end,
And you have passed your most difficult test
If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may the one who got a break
Then think you're a wonderful guy.
But the man in the glass says you're only a fake
If you can't look him straight in the eye.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on the back as you pass;
But your final reward will be heartaches and tears
If you've cheated the man in the glass.

No Faith!

Poem of the Day

No Faith!

"I have no faith in men," you say.
No faith in men my eye!
I saw you board a plane with ten,
And ride across the sky!

"I have no faith in God," you say.
No faith in God, indeed!
Why did you dig into the sod
And scatter flower seed?

Success

Poem for the Day:

Success
Anonymous

Success is speaking words of praise,
In cheering other people's' ways,
In doing just the best you can,
With every task and every plan.

It's silence when your speech would hurt,
Politeness when your neighbor's curt,
It's deafness when the scandal flows,
And sympathy with others' woes.

It's loyalty when duty calls.
It's courage when disaster falls.
It's patience when the hours are long.
It's found in laughter and in song.

It's in the silent time of prayer,
In happiness and despair.
In all of life and nothing less
We find the thing we call success.

Thanks

Poem of the Day
anonymous

"I thank thee, Lord," my words declare
At stated time in formal prayer;
Yet I remember one small child
Who, when her thoughts were running wild
At some prize gift, would simply glow
With thankfulness she let me know
By just a long, impulsive "Oh?"

Too few the times my lips express
My thanks for frequent happiness,
For love and health, a friend, a tree,
And hoem and dreams and reverie;
But, Lord, I know that you have heard
The thanks that deep within me stirred
In gratitude that know no word.

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Poor Guessing

Poem of the Day

Poor Guessing
by Nicki Joy Dos

Last night I decided to count  my blessings.
I didn't think it would take long.
But I certainly showed poor guessing
For today I'm still going strong.

I Needed the Quiet

Poem of the Day

I Needed the Quiet
by Alice Hansche Mortenson, copyright 1944

I needed the quiet so He drew me aside
Into the shadows where we could confide.
Away from the bustle where all the day long
I hurried and worried when active and strong.

I needed the quiet tho at first I rebelled
But gently, so gently, my  cross He upheld
And whispered so sweetly of spiritual things
Tho weakened in body, my spirit too wings
To heights never dreamed of when active and gay.
He love me so greatly, He drew me away.

I needed the quiet. No prison my bed,
But a beautiful valley of blessings instead -
A place to grow richer in Jesus to hide.
I need the quiet so He drew me aside.

An Illusion

Poem of the Day:

An Illusion
by Frank C. Nelson

There's a heap o' joy in living
When we're living as we should.
And the greatest joy is giving,
Where it does the greatest good.

And we come to this conclusion,
As the more of life we see,
It is merely an illusion
When we live it selfishly!

It's the old, but truthful story,
If we strive for great success,
And we win, it lacks the glory.

If we win by selfishness,
For we find life's sweetest pleasure
When we give in fullest measure
Of the riches we have won!

The Other Fellow's Viewpoint

The Other Fellow's Viewpoint
anonymous

When you hear that someone's crooked
When such news comes to you,
It always pays to wait a while
Before you think it's true.

Sometimes the other fellow
Has a story he could tell,
That would make the story you heard
Not sound so very well.

Two people may not see alike
And both may think they're fair,
And yet bemean each other
With words that rend the air.

So when you meet someone that's mad
And he gives you his line
It's better that you stop him
And declare the weather's fine.

Most everyone think he's right,
Whatever he may do,
And very seldom stops to think
Of the other fellow's view.

But the other fellow's viewpoint
We should always have in mind,
Then many things would not be said
That do sound so unkind.

Life

Life
Caroline Atherton Briggs Mason

Ere I am old, O let me give
My life to learning how to live;
Then shall I meet, with willing heart,
An early summons to depart,
Or find my lengthened days consoled
By God's sweet grace - when I am old.

A Bag of Tools

A Bag of Tools
anonymous

Isn't it strange that princes and kings
And clowns that caper in sawdust rings
And folks like you and me
Are builders of eternity?

Each is given a bag of tools, a shapeless mass
And a book of rules.
Each will make before life has flown
A stumbling block or a stepping stone.

Wrinkles

Wrinkles
by Floyd S. Barrett

Where are the wrinkles on your face?
Folks oft pass judgment on their place.

If from your eyes they slant away
It show you smile a lot each day.

They make a homely face shine bright
And fill the whole world with delight.

If from the mouth they straggle down,
You placed them that way with a frown.

They make deep furrows on your chin
And spoil the contour of your grin.

Folks look at you and turn away
If you keep frowning, day by day.

The Man Who Thinks He Can

The Man Who Thinks He Can

by Walter D. Wintle

If you think you are beaten, you are
If you think you dare not, you don't,
If you like to win, but you think you can't
It is almost certain you won't.

If you think you'll lose, you've lost
For out of the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow's will
It's all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are
You've got to think high to rise,
You've got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.

Life's battles don't always go
To the stronger or faster man,
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the man WHO THINKS HE CAN!

Crumbs

Crumbs
by Nell Rose Graves

"I saw some crumbs upon the floor
and quickly swept them to the door.

Then out into a wind-swept day,
where they were swiftly blown away.

And as I swept I breathed  a prayer;
"Oh! Lord, who knows my every care,

I see the crumbs within my heart
of which Thy Spirit has no part;

Oh! quickly start to sweep, I pray
and Thy Spirit take away

The crumbs that daily mar the floor
and must be swept from my heart's door!"

Good Friends

Good Friends
by Alice E. Chase

Good friends are not commodities
on supermarket shelves
all neatly priced and packaged
so folks can help themselves.

They don't come by the dozen
they're not sold by the pound
to find the best in quality
it pays to shop around.

We look for friends with loyalty
a sense of humor too
and sense enough when things get tough
to help us muddle thru.

Oh, yes, we want our friends to come
completely guaranteed
to last us for a lifetime
and fulfill our every need.

But while we're busy shopping
for friends who'll suit us best
do we ever stop to wonder
if we too can meet the test.

And only if we measure up
and do our part, will we
become the kind o friend we'd like
somebody else to be.

People and Places

Bear with me on this one. It is a personal and nostalgic look at our past travels.

People and Places

By Wayne Hinton

May 5, 2015

If you are old enough, maybe you can relate to this.

If you are young enough, maybe you can learn from it.

And, if you are in between, maybe you can change if needed.

My goals were quite simple years ago, and I reaped the benefit.

By keeping my goals simple, some were easy to achieve.

But the biggest advantage was being able to recognize

Opportunities for what they were worth

And what they could offer to my eyes.

Math was a major part of my early goals

But that didn’t work out for me.

Several girls interested me enough to think

My Mrs. was among them, but it wasn’t to be.

I dreamed of living in Texas for some reason,

And Dallas was a focus for many years.

I thought I was stuck working in Cincinnati,

And losing our first child brought many tears.

My wife had never lived anywhere else,

So moving to Texas was a test of trust.

We took a trial move for a few months,

And found that Dallas westward was full of dust.

With two children at the time, we made a conscious decision

To use the temporary time we were there

And make the most of every moment.

So we toured Texas with a flare.

The Alamo was a must-see of course

And Johnson’s library was full of intrigue.

Since we had not seen anything like it.

The displays were out of our league.

Eisenhower’s birth place was close

And we couldn’t let the opportunity pass

To visit his old home in Denison

Long before he earned his brass.

A drive into Oklahoma found us racing a tornado

Hoping we could beat it back to Dallas.

We did, of course, with some nerves unwound.

At least I found out that my feelings were not callous.

Passing the test of living elsewhere, we waited

And found ourselves moving to Connecticut.

While there, we visited New York City, Boston and more

Where we witnessed a whole new form of etiquette.

Plymouth Rock, Cape Cod, Vermont, Rhode Island, Maine

And New Hampshire were among our many tours.

We even were able to give my dad a vacation that

He had only dreamed would show the sight of early wars.

Chicago was next, although I did not really want to go.

Surprisingly, we found some of our best friends ever

And again made some incredible findings.

Finding our way around town was a difficult endeavor.

My first visit outside the United States

Came when I had a small team

Doing some work in Puerto Rico.

The humidity was extreme.

Wisconsin was more interesting than expected

And long distance bike rides and camping were great.

We amassed a great many pleasant memories

And we toured throughout the state.

I thought I knew Kentucky well, having grown up there,

But living in Frankfort for a short time,

And getting Janis some horse riding lessons,

Gave us a different view of the caves and pleasant clime.

Dallas was next – our second time to live there.

Our focus was on a school where both kids could graduate.

But after only a few short days, I was called to Detroit.

You never know when you will meet a twist of fate.

Needless to say, Detroit was not in my top ten cities to live

But General Motors needed a lot of assistance

So many of us went to help even though

What we wanted to see was far in the distance.

My position allowed me trips

To Canada and Mexico.

Working with the locals there

Helped my skills to grow.

Michigan holds some absolutely wonderful scenery

The Upper Peninsula provides a great many views.

We also got our first chances to spend time

In Canada, Niagara Falls and other places to choose.

We lived there long enough for both children to graduate

And I had some serious increases in responsibilities.

I considered it a reward to be chosen to go to South Korea

It proved to be a real test of some of my abilities.

The Old Korean Village and Itaewon were fascinating

And the food was deliciously different.

We bought souvenirs, of course,

And the people were very brilliant.

New Orleans loomed next in our travels

And what an unusual time we had.

The food and music, along with the people,

All had a quality and style, but it was not all bad.

The history of southern Louisiana is full of wonder

You can imagine a belle descending the stairs

Of almost any of the mansions

And no one is burdened by cares.

Opening offices in Oklahoma City and Reno

Gave me some new views of life.

Tahoe is a wonderful place and it gave

Me a place to vacation with my wife.

Our third relocation to Dallas gave travel for us

A whole new dimension.

The places we saw while in Europe

Were way beyond our comprehension.

England, Ireland, Belgium and Germany

Were very educational and beautiful locations.

The autobahn, Switzerland and the Rhine

Went beyond my expectations.

Now, as we have settled into our advanced ages,

I have no more fear to fly.

Nor do I want to do it anymore.

I’m content to gaze into the sky.

I see a lot of planes go over the house

And I wonder about each person’s destination.

Is it business or pleasure or something else?

I hope it is combined with a great vacation.

Nostalgia or Neuroses?

Nostalgia or Neuroses?

By Wayne Hinton

May 4, 2015

Oh, Donna, where can you be? The years have taken you away.

You are in the background now just like Peggy Sue.

Some were funny, like the boy named Sue,

Emotions were a major part of every song we knew.

Carol, Diana, Tammy and long, tall Sally were popular, too.

Heartbreak Hotel was full and Lonesome Town

Was where all the broken hearts stayed.

And we’ll never forget being called Cathy’s Clown.

It doesn’t really matter if you were leaving on a jet plane

Or laughing as the tide washed away love letters in the sand,

We all agreed there ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone,

And we had to re-write the love letters by hand.

Paul said it wasn’t puppy love, but it really was,

At seventeen, it is rarely anything serious.

It just feels like we will die when the one we think we love

Only makes us feel delirious.

Don’t get me wrong … I love the old songs and the memories,

They were a very large part of my youth.

But for all the singing about what we called love,

All we experienced about love was far from the truth.

The most romantic love is not Romeo and Juliet

Even though they tragically died together.

It is the story of grandma and grandpa

Who grew old together through all the storms they could weather.

Songs of the youth play with our neuroses

Without which they would not be popular in their day.

Now we need to put them where they belong

As nostalgia and let them lay.

Enjoy the music that was then, and sing along

We can recognize the music is easy to dance to,

But, at the same time, we do not need to retrieve

The old days when our hormones and neuroses grew.

We don’t need to be singing the blues anymore

My prayer has changed and I’m sure yours has, too.

But the day we stop growing and learning

Will always make us Mr. Blue.

A Man

A Man
by Dorothy Filson Stewart

Don't judge a man by the coat he wears
For it may be old and torn,
But judge a man by the smile he wears
By the crosses he has borne.

Don't judge a man by the things you've heard
For perhaps they are not true,
But judge a man by the things you know
By how he appears to  you.

Don't judge a man by the words he says
For perhaps he doesn't think,
But judge a man by the words he writes
And how they will look in ink.

Don't judge a man by the way he acts
For actions so often deceive,
But judge a man by what he means
And the things of value he leaves.

Why Am I Still Here?

Why Am I Still Here?
By Wayne Hinton
May 3, 2015

Why am I still here?
Sometimes it just doesn’t make sense.
As I look back over the years,
Life almost stopped on several events.

First, when I was very young, my mother fed me an apple
She never gave it a thought to peel it first.
Mom knew apples were good for health and teeth
And gave it to me not fearing the worst.

I choked on the peel. Doctors were called.
I’m not sure how long I was without air.
They watched me carefully and nurtured me
So that I recovered after the scare.

God must have had something He wanted me to do.

Nothing can protect children from the accidents that loom
Around each and every blunder.
Falls, cuts, bruises, breaks are all a part of growing up.
Survival is often a wonder.

Then driving a car becomes a teenager’s dream.
I was fortunate to have a cousin with one dad could afford.
A couple of minor mishaps taught me a few things
Then, I was enamored of and bought a 1955 Ford.

It was beautiful – emerald green with many coats
I really felt like I was in the car I was meant to own.
On a two-lane highway, three cars behind a three wheel tractor,
I decided to pass them all in a legal passing zone.

It may have been seven years old, but I owned it only six days.
When the tricycle tractor turned left into my path
I ended up in a ditch with the motor racing.
Turning off the ignition key, I dove out of the car with great wrath.

The car was totaled and I was in a state of awe again.
It was time to move on and my next experience
Was driving home from college for a weekend.
I made it to the last highway exit in a state of weariness.

God must have had something else He wanted me to do.

Suffice it to say, I fell asleep at the wheel, running off the road
I awoke as I was swerving onto the gravel.
Why I was able to compose myself, I will never know
It makes more sense that my nerves would unravel.

A few years later, after college graduation,
I became friends with a co-worker who was non-controversial
He had his pilot’s license active but wanted to
Progress so he could go on to fly commercial.

As we flew into Cincinnati Airport, he found out
His brakes didn’t work, but we escaped
Missing an incoming jet plane without incident.
We didn’t even have time to be afraid.

Later, on his test flight, the instructor told Jerry
To put the small plane into a stall.
I didn’t know this, not that he could recover,
In my mind, my life was over – that was all.

It became clearer in my mind that God had something He wanted me to do.

There have been many other incidents in my life
Where survival was very uncertain.
Yet, I am still here to tell my story
Before He closes the final curtain.

Prostate cancer and lymphoma were treated
With chemo and radiation treatments for a cure.
Then heart trouble sent me into hospital stays
And procedures that I did not think I could endure.

My attitude has stayed positive and my doctors
Have been beyond my greatest hope.
Yet, I was totally convinced that I did not have the strength
To come close to be able to cope.

Often in this life, God keeps us alive
Even when we don’t know how or why.
And many times, it may be after a few years,
He gives us other situation that explain the reasons from high.

So – why am I still here? I can only presume that God has something more that He wants me to do.

Drinking from my Saucer

Drinking from my Saucer
anonymous

(I dedicate this to my grandfather who always drank his coffee from his saucer)

I never made a fortune and it's probably too late now,
But it don't matter all that much, I'm happy anyhow.
And as I go along life's journey I'm reapin' better than I sowed.
I'm drinkin' from my saucer 'cause my cup is overflowed.

Ain't got a lot of riches and sometimes the goin's tough,
But I got a wife and kids that love me and that makes me rich enough.
I just thank God for the blessings and mercies He's bestowed.
I'm drinkin' from my saucer 'cause my cup is overflowed.

Aw, I remember times when things went wrong and my faith got a little thin,
But then all at once the dark clouds broke and the old sun peeked through again.
So Lord help me not to gripe about the rough rows I've hoed,
I'm drinkin' from my saucer 'cause my cup is overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage when my way gets steep and rough,
I'll not ask for other blessings; I've already been blessed enough.
And may I never be too busy to help another bear his load.
I'm drinkin' from my saucer 'cause my cup is overflowed.

A Better Life

Wouldn't this old world be better
If the folks we meet would say,
"I know something good about you,"
And then treat us just that way?

Wouldn't life be lots more happy
If the good that's in us all
Were the only thing about us
That folks bothered to recall?

Wouldn't life be far more happy
If we praised the good we see?
For there's such a lot of goodness
In the worst of you and me.

Anonymous

Take Time to See

Take Time to See
Ray F. Zaner

It seems so hard to understand
As I look out across the land
That all I view belong to me.
I ought to take more time to see!

The distant hills and mountains high,
The rolling clouds and bright blue sky,
No one can take these views from me,
As long as I have eyes to see.

A timid deer with haunting look
Who stand refreshed by yonder brook
Knows not that he belong to me.
Oh, what a thrilling sight to see!

The song of birds so gay and clear
That fill the morning air with cheer,
And fragrant flowers of every hue,
That stand erect bedecked with dew,
All these and more belong to me,
If I but use my eyes to see.

When evening shadows gather nigh
And twinkling stars light up the sky
I hear my Master say to me:
"I made it all for you to see."
My heart grows with faith and pride
To know that He is by my side.