It seems so hard to understand,
As I look across the land,
That all I view belongs to me,
I ought to take more time to see.
The distant hills and mountains high,
The rolling clouds and bright blue sky,
No one can take these views from me,
As long as I have eyes to see.
A timid deer with a haunting look,
Who stands refreshed by yonder brook,
Knows not that he belongs to me,
Oh, what a thrilling sight to see!
The song of birds so gay and clear,
That fill the morning air with cheer,
And fragrant flowers of every hue,
That stand erect bedecked with dew;
All these and more belong to me,
If I but use my eyes to see.
When evening shadows gather night,
And twinkling stars light up the sky,
I hear my Master say to me,
"I made it all for you to see!"
My heart grows warm with faith and pride,
To know that He is by my side.