It’s prime of seasons spring
On every tree songbirds sing
To their Lord Creator King
O man, raise your mind an’ heart
In the chorus play your part
Floral perfume fills the air
The wind walks like maiden fair
The cuckoos call for their pair
Let not your soul be in soiled chain
Lift your thoughts above mundane
In the beauty of vast creation
Among lives of vast variation
Join your voice in glorification
Just a wee less than angels are you
God Himself gave you lofted
value
In praising the Good and Kind
The human being can’t be ‘hind
He is found by a seeking mind
You are the traveler loathing
rest
You’re called by beaconing best
Xavier Bage
Mon, March 07, 2016.
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