Only God Could Make

Only God Could Make Up on the hill behind my place... There stands in Majesty and grace, With branches spread above the lake... A tree, that only God Could Make. He makes it rain to water flowers. He sends warm and gentle showers. He makes the flowers' colors bright, And makes them bloom to my delight. When rain is done, and flowers fill, I take a walk up to that hill, To watch the magic o'er the lake, A rainbow...only God Could Make. I take the path, when day is done... To watch the magic setting sun. The painted sky, my breath will take, With beauty only God Could Make. When I have to leave that tree, I know that God will follow me... And keep me safe as I walk down... I feel His presence all around. Down the path, I make my way, Praising Him for each new day, And for the wonders I partake... In days that only He could make. And when each new day has begun, I'll see His wondrous rising sun, And know that He is here with me Above the branches of that tree. Written With The Help of God and Copyrighted by CTBear 1998 Clarise T. McGee