When I see the golden glory
As the sun begins to rise
And the splendor of the heavens
In the far-off eastern skies -
When I hear the songbirds singing
As the night turns into day,
With fresh dewdrops for their drinking
From the blossoms when it's May -
When the breeze blows soft and gentle
With the scent of sweet perfume
And the hummingbirds are busy
Feasting fast upon the bloom -
Then, with songs and hymns and praises
To creation's Lord and King,
I, with birds and blooms and breezes,
Celebrate the lovely spring.
~ George R. Kossik
The flowers
appear on the earth;
the time of the Singing
of birds is come.
Song 2:12
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