It’s difficult to symbolize or summarize
Images of God, but then it’s wise
I see Him in the newborn
And in those who mourn
I see Him in the morning
And when the world is resting
I feel His love and embrace
Each time the world’s in menace
The sun comes up and says hello
God reminds me of His love that flow
The leaves of autumn decorate
Promise of winter, a later date
The rain that falls upon my roof
Increases the growth in youth
The sky that spread above
Is plastered with God’s love
The birds that sing in praise
Exult His glorious ways
The house that stands alone
Is protected by the Son
Social gatherings, soaring Spirit
I know He’s there in their midst
Poor in spirit, rich in cruelty
Bring thine heart to The Multi-Faceted Deity
Written in 1980s
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 