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.