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I Saw God Wash the World

By William L. Stidger

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 sea.

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 washed me

As clean of all my dust and dirt

    As that old white birch tree.

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