Spring Song

Spring is here

Our Creator is near

He can be heard in a bird’s song

Or seen in a squirrel hopping along

A butterfly flying by and God is nigh

The wind in the trees is His sigh

His touch is in the flower’s bloom

His love abounds in a newborn’s room

The sun shines bright just like His light

And the moon is His guide all through the night

All of nature cries out loud

Of His mercy and His grace the do abound

His loving kindness is so near

Of drawing close to Him we need not fear

When a bird song you hear next time

Stop; spend a moment in His love sublime

By: Ann Martin

April 4, 2000

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