Nature's Breakfast Bell
Sunrise and God's sweet air,
let's loose her fragrance everywhere.
Buzzing bees kiss garden flowers
and taste sweet nectar hour after hour.
While beetles and bugs sip heaven's dew,
folks take showers like me and you.
Yet, not even a sparrow is left unfed,
because our Savior is not dead.
At home, we sip our tea and eat our toast,
but nature is the perfect host.
Because God's in His Heaven and all is well.
And He daily rings that breakfast bell.
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Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2016
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