You paint the sky with beauty,
At the breaking of the day,
Whether I see it or not.
You cause the plants to prosper,
Make the seasons come and go,
Even when I don’t notice.
You grow the tallest trees,
Establish the mighty mountains,
Whether I admire them or not.
You are worthy of my praise,
No matter how I feel,
Because You are faithful!
You are my delight and song
All the day long,
You are beautiful to me!
Picture & Words: Donna Jones