I don't have lots of riches.
That is, not in material form.
All of my earthly wishes
Are granted by God alone.
The air that I'm blessed to breathe
Every passing day,
Is scented by the sweet breath
Of lavender and hay.
The Earth I call my home
Is beautiful, I confess.
But not as beautiful as the home
I will find after God gives me rest.
I sing with the birds and the wind.
I sing for the pure joy of living.
The music that God sends
Is a gift He enjoys giving.
The bubbling of a brook
With its cheerful laughter.
Just waits for me to look,
As it runs through a pasture.
I can't name all of God's gifts.
There isn't really time.
But I can tell you one thing,
These gifts are yours and mine.
Jane Ellen SloneŠ
Revised 8/17/07
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