My Rejoicing Song
By Beth M. Stephenson
I sing to Him in Churches
I speak to Him in prayer,
I visit Him in temples
But I meet Him everywhere.
Often in the garden
Where His messenger’s a bee,
Or a blossom or a sprouting seed
Or a fruiting apple tree,
Sleeping on my breast
Or the kindness of a neighbor
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When I am not my best
I feel His contemplation
Where the ferny streamlets wade
To lick the mossy boulders
In a hidden mountain glade
Do I hear His steady heart beat
That propels the ocean surf
Into the liquid laughter
On the lips of Mother Earth?
I shout in echo canyons
My insufficient song
Reverberating thanks
To Him who does no wrong
He gave His life for me,
And made a Tree of Life
From the Cross of Calvary!