God with such beauty His forest doth dress,
The colors His greatness and goodness confess.
Gold covered birches His holiness declare,
The white bark His purity the saints do share.
The crimson blueberry and black gum do remind,
In His blood alone true forgiveness we find.
The orange of the sumac and maple do show,
Sinners the fire God’s wrath surely know.
The purple of the plum His royalty displays,
A King of His people He sovereignty saves.
The rolling hills with verdure are clad,
As blessings continually make our hearts glad.
The silver beech speaks of the saint who is tried,
As by fire from the dross the silver is purified.
Each breath inhaled in amazement of praise,
As forest color a song of wonder displays.
The forest in manifold color cries out,
The seasons continue till He comes with a shout.
His own, redeemed, with their hope fixed above.
In the fall see His handiwork expressing His love.
Lord, open my eyes to the beauty all around,
To the colors as pictures of salvation are found.
Deane Wassink, September 2002