In the morning
when the birds sing
on the bushes and trees tweet
a symphony they synthesize
of varied voices sweet.
Their strains they raise
In their Creator’s praise
Like a cathedral the garden resounds
In silence the flowers sit
In devotion meditate the grounds!
Humans in their pride
Stand in selfish side
When it’s glorious to join angelic joy
Produce jarring evil notes
Devilish aims to employ
Said the Lord
Rightly in the Holy Word
The farmer sows good seeds in his farm
The enemy spreads weeds wild
God’s yield to harm!
Sing hymnal song
With nature’s throng
Plant seeds right in His yard
He will bless your labor
Though the day looks hotly hard!
Xavier Bage
Sat, April 23, 2016
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