God is in the gentle wind
That fans the flow'rs in old-fashion'd gardens
Where the bees in lazy flight from flow'r to flow'r
Work contentedly.
There you may see God's handiwork.
The dark rich loam where growing things push upwards to the sun.
Each flow'r is His masterpiece.
Each one.

God is in the rain. 
The silent rain
That freshens the thirsty earth,
And makes the grass so green,
And paints on ev'rything,
House, field, and sky, a silver sheen
God is in the rain.
The silent rain.

God is in all nature.
His spirit lives
In the rocks and tossing sea.
And the birds that sing.
And we may find Him
Deep within our hearts.
God is in us, you and me.
God is in everything.