THANK YOU LORD
Wake up my child
Come and see
The beauty all around.
The mountains and
the tree tops high
The birds are echoing in the trees.
The butterfly touches the flower
Pollinating every hour.
The bees are buzzing all around
The birds not a sound do make,
I fear dear Lord there may be,
Another storm at stake?
But everywhere that I do look
I see your hand above,
The flowers and the trees are still
The morning dew, there is a chill.
I sit and gaze at these blessed hills
And the glory all around
Knowing dear Lord you made it all
From the heavens to the ground.
Now the birds do chirp and sing
They’re crying out to me
Come my child they seem to say
The locust chatter too
It’s a brand new day
that the Lord has made.
Let us rejoice and sing to you.
Written by Kathryn Neff Perry
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Be always safe,
Karen
Connie