Who but he could create such beauty
As the rising of the morning sun?
Or the birds singing sweet melodies
For the day in which to us has come.
Who but he could paint the skies
His strokes ever changing beautiful hue?
Or the awakening of a flowers sleep with
The gentle kiss of sweet morning dew.
Who but he could create the scent
Of flowers that caress morning winds?
And the seeds of new carried so softly,
Behold the beauty as new life begins.
Who but he could create the oceans
And all of the life within it holds?
From the largest, to most delicate
Creature on the land to this day roams.
Who but he could create such life
As a child so fragile within your hands?
Only he could create each living thing
From mere seed, to all walks on land.
Who but he has the right to choose
When it's time for the living to die?
From humans to most precious animals,
Only he has the right to choose the time.
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Use My Poems Without
~Kathy Loun Stilley~