Among the blossoms in a field

The beauty of God's love shall yield

With fragrant wisps in softest breeze

The heart and spirit feels such ease

To look upon this wondrous sight

To gaze within the morning light

We see the pattern life does share

Of all God's joy beyond compare

His blessings on the joy that lives

In every gift the earth shall give

So soft the petals tell a story

Of all the joy of God's own Glory

So capture all there is to see

In blades of grass and harmony

For there you see His "Glory Be"

Upon this earth for you and me.

~ Francine Pucillo ~

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