Summer Praise

My morning is blessed,

With jubilant rays.

Pouring forth their warmth,

On this glorious day!

As the butterfly dances,

In the late morning hour.

The bee collects honey,

Among the bright flowers.

The birds sing their praise,

To our Creator above.

Herolding in Summer,

That is touched by His love.

pamela snedeker-depew GtG

In the morning I will sing

of your love.

Psalm 59:16b NIV