I Saw God Wash the World
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.
– William L. Stidger (1885-1949)