God’s Desire
The clouds release in reverie,
Though dark the dawn in morning skies,
It somehow washes over me,
The birds all sing at spring’s surprise.
In steady streams the rains all fall,
Bring more, bring more, it’s time for this,
The greening grass and flowers call-
As gardens thrive in springtime bliss.
We all await the morning sun,
As snug we cuddle by the fire,
The earth’s new life has just begun,
We thank our God, it’s his desire.
Peter Lowell Paulson
May 9, 2021
