As I behold the wonders of the flow’ring, blooming tree,
I pause, in awe, to ponder what the Creator is to me.
He’s Joy and Hope at each new morn; He’s Mercy when I fall;
The Giver of sweet rest at night; the Hearer of my call.
The Craftsmen of the flow’rs that bud; the Divider of the sea;
He calls the stars by name above, yet holds me tenderly.
Giver of grace in my deep need; and much more than can be told!
But, more than these, He is to me – the Keeper of my soul.
What is He to YOU?