As each season passes by,
When rain drops from the sky
Or the sun shines from above
And we feel the warmth of love,
Does not mankind understand?
These are the wonders of His hand.
How the wind stirs the trees
Or lashes out on angry seas
And whips the sand across the dune
Or scurries clouds o’er the moon.
Does not mankind really know?
These are wonders He doth show.
He pulls the shade when there is light
To make the darkness of the night
All our cares and burdens keep
While we rest in blissful sleep
When morn comes, we know someone
Moved the stars, the moon and sun.
If the greatness of this span
Is not enough to convince the man
Let’s ponder on a baby’s birth,
Life and death upon this earth,
Then we surely understand
These are the mysteries from God’s own hand.