Each gust of breath that bears the butterfly to the flower on the tree Each sigh of breeze that sways the leaves on a weeping willow These things speak of thee Each leaf of grass that breaks out of the ground Each note in the symphony of forest sounds These speak your name profound By the to and fro you let us know we are not alone in our lives By knowing with our hearts how agonising to be apart You seek to be reunited with your bride By gentle silence yet without relent You guide us all the night By sleep and dream by a sequence of means you are there in the fight In your loving hands Your countenance which understands In your sight that comprehends You are a constant friend In Your act of Grace In not turning Your face In sanctifying disgrace You saved us all and I thank You .
Tuesday, 16 September 2014
and I thank You
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