A Sonnet For God

Shall I not enjoy life’s generous gift,

 

Bouquets of roses and of birds and trees,

 

When in God’s  glory does my spirit lift,

 

To hear the quiet music in the breeze?

 

Should not my soul linger in the stillness,

 

And strain to hear Him whisper in my ear,

 

Of promises and comforts and kindness,

 

Of all these things so wonderful to hear?

 

My heart longs to be there in His presence,

 

To sing His praises so long as I live.

 

My mind and soul meet in coalescence,

 

To give the Father all that I can give.

 

He rules with love and kindness unsurpassed,

 

Till, called home, we return to him at last.

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