Summer

James A. Frost

Written by James A. Frost

Alive with beauty, is the whole
world about me.
Blossoms on every bough, birds singing
because the’re free.
Golden sunshine filtering through the trees,
gentle are the breezes that blow.
Meadows flower bespangled,
and the time is slow.
The very air breathes His presence,
my heart is a cup.
I see his face in the white pillowy
clouds as I look up.
Bathed in this light that I have
been permitted to intercept now.
I fall to my knees, as in the
presence of my King I bow.
That He loves us stands affirmed,
all of nature speaks audibly.
He meant it for my Joy, and I
am rejoicing gleefully!

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Psalm 23:5 says “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.”