God made the trees, dear children,
Beneath whose grateful shade
We love to watch the colors
In which they are arrayed.
Gay oranges and peaches,
And cherries, brilliant red,
Or maybe rosy apples
Are hanging over head.
God made the pretty flowers
That give us such delight,—
Red, yellow, pink and purple,
Blue, lavender and white.
God made the little birdies
That perch up in the tree
And sing so very sweetly
To you, dear child, and me.
For, as God’s Word has told us,
All things were made by Him,
And nothing of man’s making
God’s glory can bedim.
Then let us praise and thank Him
For all these gifts of love,
Until we sound His praises
in heaven itself above.
ML 11/14/1937