Feeble though my mind is,

When I recollect years of past events.

So much to absorb in a small mind,

Yet I remembered it all too well.

Let the sun shine on a new day, 

And show the glory of what God has made.

You can see all His splendor, as you look about

And see the mysteries of His hand making.

So many have tried to capture it in print.

Even the best wordsmith cannot describe

The beauty of what God has created.

The wonders that are left to our imagination.