Blade of Grass
 
The meadow and valley are cloth'd in grass,
A beautiful and emerald green;
From which a tiny, tender blade
Begins to grow, to eyes unseen;
So slowly it pushes up through the earth, 
With mighty pow'r, that's not its own,
And opens reaching to the sun,
While catching light that it is shown. 
Now the pow'r that works so mightily 
In a tiny tender blade of grass, 
Will even work more mightily,
In the man that trusts the Lord. 

Text: based on E.J. Waggoner, The Gospel in Creation, p. 94-97