Irish Beauty

Gazing at the beauty of the forty Irish greens, Sars in the skies are pinpoints in the heavens It’s raining here and there; seems like everywhere. Summer’s come and gone in space of two weeks span. Wrapped up in the beauty of this tiny special island And all the wonderful things God did here By the divine “nature” of his awesome Holy Spirit Mighty rushing rivers and the healing of our land. I’d be lost forever in the beauty of this world And the awesome majesty of our God’s creative architecture. But more in amazment at the wonders of his plans And at the slight movement of his hand. No pen and ink could really give the thrill that’s felt inside To see the work of God in your life(and others all around). Maybe you won’t maybe you might stop and consider yourself To see if you would like to feel the mighty river flow