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I never cease to be amazed
By wonders God has planned...
The rising sun, the morning dew...
It's the work of a Master's hand.

Such perfect system of control;
Every month, in sweet array,
Some different kinds of flowers bloom...
God planned it all that way.

For in the early days of Spring,
The bright forsythias grow,
And then in June sweet roses come,
In Autumn pumpkins glow.

And when cold weather comes our way,
I glance up at the sky
And see formation of the birds
As to the south they fly.

It's just a fool who could deny
This power through our land.
I am amazed, but realize
It's the work of a Master's hand.

Fallen Leaves written by John and Edna Massimilla