THE WONDER

It is here, it is there
it is always everywhere.
It’s in each of us
His greatest creation,
from the least to the greatest nation,
the Wonder of His Love.

A blade of grass, a rosy flower,
we sit and ponder by the hour.
The birds that fly, the honey bee,
oh how often do we see,
the Wonder of His Love.

Whenever I do stop and gaze,
there’s every reason to give Him praise.
It is here, it is there,
it is always everywhere.
In the soft, soft cooing of a dove,
the Wonder, Wonder, of His Love.

Margaret Larrivee
Aug. 20, 1992