Walking through the wooded glade
A wondrous scene before me laid;
The beauty of the bells so blue
A dusky carpet through and through.
The canopy above allows
The coolness of the shady boughs
To bring relief from sun and heat
And dapples underneath my feet.
What bliss, and privilege, to be
On God’s green Earth, alive and free.
To see the beauty he has made
Whilst walking through this wooded glade.
The Finished Work 