God works in a mysterious way.
Many a time He has not much to say
He makes the sun doth shine
Not on a rainy day but on a day fine
He creates the mountains tall
And beautiful sunsets at fall
The flowers that everywhere bloom
Tell us in our hearts to make Him room
And for the forests, beaches, meadows and deserts.
To Him we must pray everyday and not desert !
So we must open our hearts and minds and listen.
To go to worship Him we must hasten.
-By Agatha Lai