Jim Reeves Flowers The Sunset The Trees
Each time I touch a rose petal and breathe the sweet fragrance it brings
I know there's a God up in heaven, no human could create these things
The dogwood, the oak and the willow so gracefully wave in the breeze
The dogwood, I'll always remember my Lord died upon one of these
The sunset in its golden splendor, such colors no artist can do
I know when I look on its beauty, each page in the Bible is true
No picture or painting can capture the beauty of any of these
The handwork of God is revealed in the flowers, the sunset, the trees
