Thank
you God
for
the whisper of wind in trees
the
happy dance of emerald leaves
perfume
of roses delights my nose
thoughts
of my Savior who arose.
Geese
honking high above as they fly
cloud
formations up in the sky
sweet
songs of birds that thrill my soul
as
around a lovely trail I stroll.
All
of these many gifts I can claim
as
I number each one and name.
Look
at all my Father has done
Most
precious is the gift of His Son.
Judy Wood
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