When I see little tots at play
And they are running every way,
A voice within me seems to say--


This is a work of God.
When I see flowers and the trees
And view the stars, & feel the breeze;
I do appreciate all these
For they are works of God.


I watch the birds, they fly away;
A sunrise at the break of day----
These this bring joy along my way, 
They are the handiwork of God.


In springtime plants begin to grow;
This is one way He has to show
A resurrection I can know
If I obey the "Word of God."


Written by Cecil Slayton 09-12-63