The Voice of Nature

As the sun shines down on us
I get this strange sensation
That while its beams reign down on us
God is smiling on our nation

As the rain pours on our roofs
I get this strange sensation
That while the rain is so aloof
God is crying on our nation

As the wind blows through our hair
I get this strange sensation
That while it catches us unawares
God is blowing through our nation

As the tornado writes its path
I get this strange sensation
That while it screams out its wrath
God is planning for our nation

As the hail strikes from the sky
I get this strange sensation
That while its scary, I cannot lie
God is humbling our nation

As the lightning flashes bright
I get this strange sensation
That while it lights up the night
God is gazing at our nation

As the thunder rumbles loud
I get this strange sensation
That when our doubt may cloud
God is speaking to our nation

As the snow falls sparkling white
I get this strange sensation
That while this is such a sight
God is laughing with our nation