God made the trees, dear children,
Beneath whose grateful shade
We love to watch the colors
In which they are arrayed.
Gay oranges and peaches,
And cherries, brilliant red,
Or maybe rosy apples
Are hanging overhead.
God made the pretty flowers
That give us such delight,—
Red, yellow, pink and purple,
Blue, lavender and white.
And God made all the cornfields,
The wheat and rye and rice;
Potatoes and tomatoes
And everything that’s nice.
God made the little birdies
That perch up in the tree
And sing so very sweetly
To you, dear child, and me.
The rain that comes so gently
And makes the garden grow,
The beautiful white blanket
Of softly falling snow,
God made these too, clear children,
And many things beside:
The valleys and the mountains,
The rivers, seas, and tide.
For, as God’s Word has told us,
All things were made by Him,
And nothing of man’s making
God’s glory can bedim.
Then let us praise and thank Him
For all these gifts of love,
Until we sound His praises
In heaven itself above.
ML 07/12/1931