Suppose God charged us for the rain...

What's It Worth

Suppose God charged us for the rain, Or put a price on a song-bird’s strain Of music, the dawn, the mist on the plain.

How much would autumn landscapes cost, Or a window etched with winter’s frost, And the rainbow’s glory so quickly lost?

Suppose that people had to pay To see the sunset’s crimson play And the magic stars of the Milky Way.

Suppose it was fifty cents a night To watch a gull in graceful flight.

How much, I wonder, would it be worth To smell the good, brown, fragrant earth In Spring? The miracle of birth.

How much do you think people would pay For a baby’s laugh at the close of day? Suppose God charges us for them, I say!

Suppose we paid to look at the hills, For the rippling mountain rills, Or the mating song of the whippoorwills,
Or curving breakers of the sea, For grace, and beauty, and majesty? And all these things He gives us free! -Author Unknown

Happy day! Blessings~