Sitting on a bench in
The garden just now,
And watching a butterfly
Perced at the edge of
A birdbath getting a drink,
Made me think.
I couldn't help but marvel
At God's love and care
For something so fragile.
That He does take account
Of all that He has made
We know from Jesus' words
In the Sermon on the Mount,
Where he speaks of even
The fowls of the air
Being provided for.
Reflecting on our Father's
Tender love for His creation,
How my thoughts of thanks
And praise to Him do soar.