Birdie, birdie,
in the maple tree,
thanks for tweeting
your sweet song to me.
Flowers, flowers everywhere,
adding more color,
to the grass they share;
thanks for your beauty,
your perfume to others share.
Creation, creation all about,
your lakes and rivers,
full of trout;
thanks Father,
for your creation about,
and as I marvel at it,
I want to shout;
Glory to God,
in the highest,
Who gives His Grace,
to those who believe
and those that doubt.
~ Winston Staples
Saturday, April 1, 2017
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