Hear the leaves flicker and slap and toss

Cold September wind shakes the trees

Listen to the music of His Common Grace

Each sound turns every thought

 

Reaching, washing white-cap waves

Crash and splash inward then out

Water-washed pebbles click then clack

To the tunes of His Common Grace

 

Business unceasing of chipmunks and birds  

Rattle and scratch in winters prep

Chirping and chiming of creatures talk

Of Common Grace and the truth of God’s Words

 

anthony forrest