A Summer Morning
The birds are sweetly singing
The praises of their King,
The breeze is gently bringing
Their tune to everything.
The praises of their King,
The breeze is gently bringing
Their tune to everything.
The sun is warmly greeting
Whatever it can find,
The moon and stars retreating
Seem glad to be outshined.
With unassuming beauty
The flowers greet the sun,
The dew completes its duty
And leaves when it is done.
The bees begin their mission
Of spreading life and cheer –
Their modest work’s ambition
To make sweet fruit appear.
God’s people are awaking
With praises and with prayer
Their new assignments taking
With gratitude and care.
And God, the great Creator,
Is present and attends
The needs of all His creatures
Through blessings that He sends.
Christina Joy Hommes
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