In Loving Memory of Tabitha Joy

In loving memory of our precious daughter and sister, Tabitha Joy (May 4, 2000 - May 29, 2020), who wrote this poem.

Look at the world which He hath now made,

Look at the spider which easily has laid

One little sack with hundreds of eggs hundreds of little ones thousands of legs.

Open your eyes now and see what he sees,

Cute little colt stands on thin knobby knees.

Huge ugly ape swinging from vine to vine.

Do you see His hand in it? His hand so divine.

He that designed the birdies cute cheep,

Designed he as well all those bugs that leap.

Lay in the grass and mark those ants work,

they march on in ranks their work never shirk.

Watch how the Grizzly bear on fish does feast;

Look at the buffalo, see what a fine beast.

Use up your senses of sight, sound and smell,

These beasts in their way, His praises must tell.

Observe the oceans, observe the seas,

The salt worn that carries, birds on its breeze.

The jellyfish swim with invisible skin,

The whale as it breaches, oh, what a din.

You’ve looked at the animals, looked at the fish,

You couldn’t imagine more, you’ve got all you could wish.

Hold out her hands and swirl in the air.

Run in the snow, barefoot if you dare.

Climb all the trees and smell all the flowers,

Stand in the rain, dance in its showers.

Lay in the grass, and dig in the sand.

Can’t you see it? Can’t you see His hand?

Listen to the thunder as it rumbles about,

Run in it, leap in it, sing in it, shout.

Dance through the forests and swim through the streams.

This is the world, the world of your dreams.

Believe it or not, something better will be,

A new Heavens, new earth and new shining sea.

A place with no sin, no death and no pain,

And for that we thank Christ, He who rose again.