I can hear the rain drops
As they hit my window.
Calling to mind the beauty
They bring, each and every Spring.
Flowers are God's beauty
Which he lets flurish on earth.
None can surpass the master
When it comes each and every spring.
I see the beauty beyond what
I saw before. Each day is a new
Beginning as God's beauty shines through.
There is no ending to what He can do.
Love ya!
Jane