With Gratitude

Oh, the freshness of springtime air
how glorious to be aware
Oh, the beauty of wild ones
leaping, flying, places to run
Oh, the spaces my eyes they see
creation a gift before me
Oh, the joy my heart feels today
feeling the hope gleaning my way

How You paint
How You sculpt
How You master the earth’s canvas
Oh, the Love You pour over us

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