I gaze upon the ocean with her mighty roar,
while above me the eagle does soar.
A crab, which is a work of Your Own Hands,
is displayed for me upon the sands,
as I walk and think and pray,
I give You thanks for every day.
Thanks for the sun that shines and the moon’s fair light,
the trees that shade and the stars at night.
You made it all and called it good,
in six short days, as only You could.
As I look around me and bless Your name,
I must remember Your greatest acclaim,
the image of Yourself, created in others and me,
people, reflecting Your beauty for all to see.
Rhyme Leona J. Atkinson 11-05-13
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 