Whenever I hear the song of a bird
Or look at the blue, blue sky,
Whenever I feel the rain on my face
Or the wind as it rushes by,
Whenever I touch a velvet rose
Or walk by our lilac tree,
I’m glad that I live in this beautiful world
Heav’nly Father created for me.
He gave me my eyes that I might see
The color of butterfly wings.
He gave me my ears that I might hear
The magical sound of things.
He gave me my life, my mind, my heart:
I thank him rev’rently
For all his creations, of which I’m a part.
Yes, I know Heav’nly Father loves me.
Clara W. McMaster
2 comments:
This is one of my favorite songs! It always helps to see it written out like this.
BTW, "fogical" is when someone is making a point but not very well. "That's a fogical argument." :-)
Try "hymasap" on for size.
I like everything your thankful for.
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