April Morn

We anticipate the sweet spring, When the lion of march roars. Set our hearts upon a kite string. With laughter as it soars. Like a lullabye aflowing, from a God whose love is true. We are raptured in the glowing of the early morning dew When the wind blows warm and laughter, Bubbles in the souls of men. Surely grace shall follow after. And the world grow green again For gentle days of dreaming, surely troubles will be few. Our futures lie agleaming in the early morning dew. Let the birds resume their sweet song, In the fragrant misty morn. And the weary heart be made strong, As nature is reborn. What is done for sleeping flowers, shall be surely done for you. There's rejuvenating powers in the early morning dew. In the rapture of her sweetness. Is a joy that all things share. In the sense of her completness, Men will know that God is there. In her morning light reflected, in endless shades of blue. All of hope is ressurrected, in the early morning dew. The sweet song that the robin sings. Is sung in celabration. That alike unto all living things, Is manifest salvation. And the life that cometh after, no winter can undo. All the Earth will shout with laughter in the early morning dew. And the ending is begining, Go and ask the blooming flower. In the wind, one time abending, Blooming now in loving power. Love is cause it can, needing not to answer why, So is it with a man, we were born to one day fly.Its true. you'll see Written December 15th, 2001 © on Aug 31 2002 05:29 PM PST, Patric Patterson    18 • 0 • 12