This was Verna's first poem when she was16 years old in 1934.
I hope you enjoy it.
WATERFALL
A waterfall! How beautiful -- A pure white lacy thing,
That falls continually from above, to the rocks with a
vibrant ring.
And then as if inspired by God to make somebody smile,
It ripples along and seems to say, Think of your maker,
your God today!
A waterfall! How beautiful in torrents of water spray,
That falls continually from above -- endless -- from day to day.
As I stand and watch it, my heart will sing a song,
For it 's God's waterfall I'm watching,
and to Him that I belong!
and to Him that I belong!
MUSIC TO GOD'S EARS
The trilling notes a bird can sing,
The ripple of a lake,
the busy humming of the bees,
The noise insects make.
The murmur of a winding brook,
Wind whispering in the trees,
the lap of waves upon the beach,
The fall of autumn leaves,
Are music to God ears.
The changing blue of heaven's skies,
The green of early spring,
The gorgeous red and yellow hue,
That every fall will bring.
The pure white mantle that is spread,
Each year by winters King,
the wonder of the sunrise,
And sunset's coloring,
Are beauties for God's eyes.
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