God Controls It All

By Forrest Morris

The mighty grandeur of sitting sun, magnificently ends the day

Lightning streaks across the sky, displaying it’s brilliant ray.

Thunder finishes with drum-like roll, as raindrops start their fall

And clouds unfold to reveal therein, mountain peaks so tall.

Then in radiance, brightly lit, above the mountains high

Hang the many countless stars, across the darkening sky.

A rainbow connects east to west, as Winter winds doth blow

Soon the drops of rain that fall will turn to whitened snow.

All these things that I observe, are not mere happenstance

But rather have a purpose here, and not just left to chance.

I venture further on to say,

that “God Controls It All” And that is why it’s like it is,

on this terrestrial ball.