The poem marvels at nature’s beauty—singing birds, a shining sun, and a vast blue sky—as undeniable evidence of a divine Creator, Savior, and Guide, prompting heartfelt praise.

With birds in chorus, singing through the morn,
Sun shining bright upon the waking land,
And azure blue, a sky so vast and grand,
How can we not, in wonder, praise be sworn?
Our Creator crafts each dawn, each note reborn,
Our Savior lifts us with a gentle hand,
Our Guide through shadows, steady where we stand,
His grace a gift no sin can overworn.
The world itself a hymn of boundless care,
Each ray, each wing, a call to bend the knee,
Repentance turns the heart to seek His face.
Beneath this vault of heaven’s boundless air,
We find salvation’s prize, from guilt set free,
A song of life upheld by endless grace.