I Hear His Voice

I hear His voice in the waves crash.
I hear His voice in the rustling grass.

I hear His voice in the robin’s sweet song.
I hear His voice when frogs sing the night long.

I hear His voice in the lamb’s sweet bleat.
I hear His voice in the grouse’s wing beat.

I hear His voice in the winter’s still.
I hear His voice in the gurgling rill.

I see His beauty in the sunset’s hue.
I see His beauty in the sparkling dew.

I see His beauty in the rolling hills green.
I see His beauty in the volcano’s steam.

I see His beauty in the horse’s run.
I see His beauty in the otter’s fun.

I see His beauty in my dear wife’s sweet smile.
I see His beauty in the face of my child.

Though His beauty in His creatures I see,
His voice is most clear in His Word to me.

Deane Wassink
March, 2004