The Storm and the Rainbow

Route 66

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I Saw God Wash the World

~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

Any 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.