I watch my puppy chase the birds,
they always get away;
the chatter of the squirrel from the tree,
says hey buddy look at me.
The gentle rain, and hey Nana
Little arms that squeeze my neck;
chocolate chip kisses, and little bruised knees.
Look at us, we can climb trees.
The sun dries the rain and kisses the bees,the gentle breeze filters the air.
It is time for the night when we all gather there, down on our knees to say our prayer.
We thank you dear Lord for giving to me, we love you dear Lord, we are living for Thee.
Written by Kathryn Neff Perry
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