Spring Song Spring is here Our Creator is near He can be heard in a birds 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 flowers bloom His love abounds in a newborns 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 they 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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