God has a thought for the maple,

You may read that thought in the tree.

Would you know His thought for the granite?

Look at the granite and see!

His thought for the springing grass

Is told by the cool, gree sod;

The rose unfolding its petals

Discloses the mind of God.

His thought for the butterfly’s life

Is writ on the insect’s wings;

The word He spake to the skylark

You hear when it soars and sings.

We think we are more than the bird,

More than the tree and the sod—

Yet say, are we living our lives

As true to the thought of God?