Looking Out My Window

When I look out my window at the wonders of our land,
I find it very difficult and hard to understand.
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Some people say there is no God and others they agree,
when they look out there windows I wonder what they see.

I see a bright sun shining in a sky of azure blue
and down across the earth it casts it’s rainbow hue.

Wild flowers in the meadow nod as if to say hello
to mountains in the distance capped with spring’s last snow.

Over there a little brook runs merrily along
while up in our old oak tree a robin sings his song.

I hear the laughter of my children as they run about in play
and I know that only God could have made this perfect day.