The heavens *crackle*, the stars ignite,  As golden hands carve beams of light.  With every dawn, the gifts unfold,  More precious far than gems or gold.  The rivers dance, the meadows sing,  As mercy flows from endless springs.  The sky unfurls its painted hues,  A canvas brushed with sacred clues.  The thunder *claps*, the raindrops leap,  A harvest sown for souls to keep.  The breath of wind, a steady guide,  A whispered pull, a voice inside.  Not wrapped in silk, nor tied with bows,  Yet still His love forever flows.  A gift of peace, a spark of might,  A shield of faith, a guiding light.  Through trials fierce, through seasons bare,  His hands stretch wide, His heart laid bare.  For every tear, a joy is spun,  For every storm, He sends the sun.  So as I stand, my hands held high,  Beneath the vast and endless sky,  I see His gifts, I feel them near—  His endless love, so strong, so clear.