Steward

My eyes are open to the goodness of creation;
To the beauty declared from old,
To the beauty still new,
Though tarnished and marred
By the sins and trespasses of man.
Remains beautiful, even in groaning,
Longing for the manifestation of the saints,
Where righteousness shall give birth to freedom.
My eyes wander at the beauty,
But no one deserves the glory
Than the Lord who made it all.