Everywhere Thou has scattered them in clefts and nooks
A thousand gifts a day for every child of God who looks.
The ray of sun that came so far to splash against my cheek
And the stubborn gentle flower between cracked sidewalk peek
Everywhere Presents, life in earth and sky and trees
Gifts of grace Thou hast given to enjoy, to bless, to please.
Two black circles like pools of life shine back upon my gaze
From some little creature that lives just to give Thee praise
Everywhere and all around like seeds in some pregnant field
May suddenly spring up from fertile soil its precious sacred yield
A harvest of good in gifts for body soul and mind
Hands-full-on-purpose, as Ruth in Boaz field did find
Beyond Thy Omni-Presents and good gifts from Thy hand
There is a richer greater Presence that I must understand
That life is for a reason and there is a holy plan
By Thee and for Thy pleasure thou hast created man
And as I open Presents stacked high around me piled
some joy or lesson Iím sure my Father smiled.