My God is Real

A poem.

Gladlyn Williams

I see Him in the sunshine,

And at the setting sun

He's there in every flower,

In grass and tree and shrub

Just look out there in nature

God looks right back at you.

He speaks through trees and rivers

and in the gentle breeze

He walks with me each step I take

My hand he holds in His.

I feel his touch, I know His voice

He lives within my heart.