I so love this time of year
When air is fresh and shy is clear.
I rise with Venus in the east
And see God’s stars that never cease.
The heavens filled with such amaze
Not obstructed by the haze.
Little star…up there so high
I see the twinkle in God’s eye.
As mornings twilight glow appears
I hear the songbirds in my ears.
And so it goes all the day
With sun a shining I make hay.
With daylight over I fall asleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep.
I can’t believe I am so blessed
Yes…dear Lord, you are the best.
Amen.
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