Go to the woods
Go to the hills
And look at the beauty
Of Gracious God's mill

Where thousands of tiny
Creatures are found
And millions of blessings
Are spread on the ground

And hear the whispers
Of joys and sighs of life
That're present where
we're all bound to survive

And then thank God
For His blessings and love
That He has sent
For us from Heaven above.

Seema Chowdhury

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