I see Him in the morning sun
And in the evening dew
I see Him in the rainbow
When the storm is through
I hear Him in the pounding surf
And in the summer breeze
I hear Him in the thunder
And the rustling of the leaves
I smell Him in the meadow
And in the garden's rose
I smell Him in the autumn
Before the winter's snows
I taste Him in the ocean
And in the sweetest peach
I taste Him in the orchards
And on the sandy beach
I feel Him in the gentle rain
And in the soft moonlight
I feel Him in the shadows
That surround me every night
He makes His presence known to me
His love and grace, my gift
And as my thanks to Him each day
In praise, my voice, I lift.

Linda Tiuch