I saw God wash the world last night With His sweet showers on high; And then when morning came I saw him hang it out to dry. He washed each slender blade of grass And every trembling tree; He flung his showers against the hills And swept the rolling sea. The white rose is a deeper white; The red, a richer red Since God washed every fragrant face And put them all to bed. There's not a bird, there's not a bee That wings along the way, But is a cleaner bird and bee Than it was yesterday. I saw God wash the world last night; Ah, would He had washed me As clean of all my dust and dirt As that old white birch tree! IN THE HEART OF A CHILD In the breast of a bulb is the promise of spring; In a little blue egg there's a bird that will sing; In the soul of a seed is the hope of the sod; In the heart of a child is the Kingdom of God. Back Inspiration Page Next