In The Beautiful Singing Lady

I went in search of God searched everywhere around But no sight or trace of the Supreme Being anywhere to be found I searched amongst the bushes and gazed at the trees Their sunlit leaves rustling in the freshening breeze, I searched in the town park and every likely place But of God there was not a sight or a trace A middle aged woman on the pathway as she walked along In a beautiful voice sung a familiar song When she see me she stopped singing and at me did smile Her beautiful face free of conceit and guile She had such great warmth in her cheerful good day And again she started to sing as she went on her way On the pathway today in the park off of the street In the beautiful singing lady God I did meet.