Oaks and Oceans

Look to the fields adorned in splendor,

Like royal coats inlaid with gold.

They ponder not of this gifts sender,

Nor toil over whys and woes.

And to the sparrow graceful flying

Never hunger, never sore.

Doubtless as the brilliance shining

Of the sun on golden shores.

One thing known with vision narrow,

And reason gives a crystal view,

That if God loves the grass and sparrow,

No doubt remains that he loves you.

Arise the mountains towering presence,

Stationed in their background queue.

Holy gift of celestial essence,

With ancient secrets kept from view.

And to the river raging rampant,

With pools of mercy long its flow,

Like steeds in battle gallop gallant,

Soon to rest in fields below.

For there we see these wonders’ glory,

Mountains high and rivers through.

Creator’s power shows our story,

For such power dwells in you.

See the waves here gently lapping.

Sea foam gliding cross the shore.

To and fro they’re overlapping.

Constant move forevermore.

Steadfast as a rooted oak tree.

Outstretched arms to heavens door.

Sturdy there it always will be.

Purposed from our blessed Lord.

The will of heaven is often dauntless.

A greater purpose we never drew.

But if there’s a reason for oaks and oceans.

Is there not meaning still for you?