Maker Of All Things
In a garden by the ocean,
A world full of sea breezes,
We sit together on grassy hillsides,
Caressed with the fragrance
Of life's precious flowers.
Streaks of sunlight
Forge their way through
The branches on the trees
Like signals from above
Sent from the maker of all things.
And His beauty sits among them,
First in a line of all that is life,
And jubilantly echoes,
The verses of heaven's delight.
More than an orchestra with
A thousand strings,
You are my masterpiece,
My ribbon of blue.
In a garden by the ocean,
A world full of sea breezes,
We sit together on grassy hillsides,
Caressed with the fragrance
Of life's precious flowers.
Streaks of sunlight
Forge their way through
The branches on the trees
Like signals from above
Sent from the maker of all things.
And His beauty sits among them,
First in a line of all that is life,
And jubilantly echoes,
The verses of heaven's delight.
More than an orchestra with
A thousand strings,
You are my masterpiece,
My ribbon of blue.