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The Baying Hound
The sun rose to reveal dark steel clouds
Woke up the baying hounds
Then the doves arose from their dreams
Those roosters joined with sound
Oh! Beautiful morn, the sun warm
The breeze almost lays still
Only a slight movement of the air
A faint feeling of chill
The traffic is minimal now
Visit to the porch joy
As the sounds penetrate my soul
All negatives unemployed
The bumble bees visit blossoms
Who are tickled by the air
That slight movement engulfs them
Their scent reaches out fair
I can't even get a whiff but
The pollinators do
Amazing things happen around us
We don't care, its true
Thank you, dear Lord, for this time
Out on the porch again
Your love and grace so sublime
How do we your praises begin
When we have left You far behind
Help us to seek You now
Help us to put You first in our lives
Help us to You again bow
Amen
Copyright ©
Sara Kendrick
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