Pope Francis

The sun is shining and glory be The birds are singing in the trees And a picture of paradise is the view of my peace As I contemplate on the written word Echoes of child play often heard Their joyful screams linger on the warm breeze Playing happily on my street Like the scent of a rose A gentle thought Sweet upon our Sacred Hearts A walk with Our Lord Jesus Christ Home beneath her blue skies The sun is shining his love for me Heaven upon our Earth Sings the honey bee ' I am.free ' Amen