I Saw God Wash the World (Submitted By Rose Condarcuri)

I saw God wash the world last night, with his sweet showers on high.
And then when morning came, I saw him hang it out to dry.

He washed each tiny blade of grass, and every trembling tree,
He flung his showers against the hill, and swept the billowing tree.

the white rose is a cleaner white, the red rose is more red.
Since God washed every fragrant face, and put them all to bed.

There's not a bird, there's not a bee, that wings along the way,
But is a cleaner bird and bee, Than it was yesterday.

I saw God wash the world last night, Ah, would He had washd me,
As clean of all my dust and dirt, as that old white birch tree.
(By: William Stidger)

I Saw God Wash the World (Submitted By Rose Condarcuri)