Sunday Morning


The butterflies admire

The flowers as they sway

The chipmunks continue

To run about and play

The bees give thanks

For the promise of golden honey

From the clovers that grow

To feed the hungry bunnies

The birds flock together

To sing a song of praise

The squirrels bow their heads

In the trees where they lay

All know God is around them

All around them God stays

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