Thy little piece of rainbow, placed. . .

within Your perfect sky,

Proclaims Thy omnipresence

To creatures passing by.

Then with one voice to sing Thy praise,

Thy sight. . .beyond compare

I reach to know Thy beauty,

And find that You are there.

Your love, Oh Lord, that fills me,

Thy Spirit on the breeze,

Is spoken first in whispers. . .

Then echoes from Thy trees.

And all of this, to show me,

Thy tender, loving hand

Has rested sweet, upon me,

and fills Thy Holy land.

By Priscilla Rose-Wyatt