I looked in the face of a rose
As it nodded in springtime and smiled.
I saw where eternity glows
In the sweet, tender eyes of a child.
I looked in a sunbeam in air.
They each bore an image divine.
The Creator was everywhere.
I looked at the set of the sun,
And the crag that reflected its light.
I thought on the day that was done,
And I pondered the stars of the night.
And I looked in the eyes of a man
Who had stumbled through sinning to prayer.
God’s fingerprints there I could scan.
He awaited me everywhere.