With Silver Gleams
With silver gleams
and golden beams
God gives us hope
with each new dawn
while birds flute
their nesting songs,
leaves bowing
to greening lawns
bees, buzzing and strumming blades,
attracted by blossoms sweetening
wilder glades...
Spring, a season of new life;
lifting dim hearts out of darkness
and strife--
Father, forgive us,
your children,
who foolishly stray--
hear us, our choir
of repenting voices,
humbly we pray.
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