Everywhere across the land
You see God’s face and touch His hand
Each time you look up in the sky
Or the fluffy clouds drift by,
Or feel the sunshine, warm and bright,
Or watch the dark night turn to light
Or hear a bluebird brightly sing,
Or see the winter turn to spring,
Or stop to pick a daffodil
Or gather violets on small hill,
Or touch a leaf or see a tree
It’s all God whispering,” This is me…
And I am faith and I am light
And in me there shall be no night.”
BY HELEN STINNER RICE
THE ETHIOPI0AN HERALD THURSDAY 8 FEBRUARY 2024
