Beneath the vast expanse of heaven’s dome,
Where stars like lanterns in the night do roam,
There lies a power, unseen yet profound,
A gentle whisper, in silence found.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
His presence felt, though none know why.
In every bloom and drop of rain,
His love endures, through joy and pain.

The ancient trees with branches wide,
Their roots in faith, in Him they confide.
The rivers flow with a sacred song,
Praising Him, where they belong.

With every dawn, a promise new,
His light breaks forth, the world to view.
In hearts and souls, He plants the seed,
Of hope and love, our every need.