The Creative One Poem by Charles McMullen

Oh where is God when we need him
Where is God when we doubt?
Sometimes He is in
And sometimes he is out.

He made the trees
To withstand the breeze
Of a cold icy draught
On a lonely hilltop.

Don't they look fantastic
With the snow draping them white
Don't they look forlorn
As the thaw drips off in teardrops.

But the whole landscape
Seems like a dream
But its made up of many minute parts
That's the work of God - His astounding Art!