You see a cake with beauty there
There is a baker somewhere.
You see an airplane flying high.
They’ll be an engineer by and by.
You see a painting on the wall
There was painter in it all.
You have a pen in your hand.
There was a pen factory, understand.
And yet…
You see a lily, in full bloom
You say, “This happened with a boom.”
How can you think this?
I see a lily blooming fair.
There is a Creator there.
Not only did He make that bloom,
He formed me in my mother’s womb.
Based on Psalm 139: 13-18
Copyright Miriam Rainwater, February 24, 2008
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