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Who Else
but God
Who else but
God could have thought of these things:
Dew on a petal, a tendril that clings,
The song of a bird and green moss on a log,
A bee on the wing and a fern in a bog;
The sweet smell of clover, of grass after rain,
The flame of October and full fruited grain,
A tree in its glory, a seed in its pod.
Who could have thought of such beauty but God.
Who could have thought of a meadow in bloom,
An orchard in blossom, a lilac’s perfume,
The egg of a robin, the sun through the trees,
The touch of cool water, a soft summer breeze,
Or white drifting clouds with wild geese wheeling by,
The blaze of a sunset, a star in the sky,
Eternity’s span and a butterfly’s wings;
Who else but God could have thought of these things.
Thrilled as a child I give thanks for these things,
Praising my God for the blessings He brings;
So grateful for bounties that crowd every day
And for His forgiveness when I go astray.
Oh, how can I show all the joy in my heart,
And humbly, devotedly do my small part?
I know of the tears on the road that He trod;
Who could have loved us so, who else but God!
Author unknown
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