Sunday, October 08, 2017

Thanks-Giving

Lord, your love is evident everywhere I look,
When you were making this fair earth,
What tender care you took!
You could have made the birds talk,
As plain as plain could be,
But joyous cheerful melodies,
Ring from tree to tree.
The sky so blue above us,
Your love did hang in place,
Without earth's special atmosphere,
We'd stare right into space.
In every sight, in every sound--
Your love is there--outpoured.
Oh, how I want to thank you,
My great Creator, Lord.

Belinda, 1980

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