You smell the aroma of the roses
As you walk in the morning dew
But have you gone the extra step
To thank Him who sent it through

He gives us all the joys of  earth
But  lets us dream far  beyond
By putting a starry night of worth
We can travel to  the lands of yon

Its  sad, when we can't look and see
That it was our God who made it all.
He loves and seeks us friends to be
Pride keeps some from playing ball

His team  roster is the book of life
The obedient players  He will call
So don't fail to thank Him each day
And get on the greatest team of all
 

Composed By Al Evans