Your World
Today I wake to see a lovely day,
It's beauty and it's magesty unfurled.
I know that Heaven is more glorious,
But Lord above, I truly love your world.
You didn't stint with color, form nor love,
When you gave me this Earth on which to live;
And if I rate it more than what's to come
I pray thee Lord, my ignorance forgive.
The fruiting trees, with their delightful gifts,
Enticing me to stay another day,
The gathered birds, preparing for a flight,
Are more in touch than I am of the way
We are to live, aware of the world's worth
And then move on to Heaven's grand array.
Is it such sin to long to linger here
When I remember how it is in May?
I would not leave when a new spring surrounds
Nor when the summer breezes scent the air
And in the fall, enthralling with its charms,
I can't conceive that Heaven is more fair.
When all the trees with winter's frost are pearled,
Oh Lord above, I truly love your world.
Joyce Johnson
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009
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