Russell Nero

(May 25th,1995)

A New Day


Birds singing
early in the morning
The wind slightly flowing
the world turning joyfully spinning
adding on the change
of a new day
The sun is shining
bringing a cloak of happiness in multiple hearts
All ears are listening
all lips are moving
in rejoice to the works of
God, the king of kings
Every tear in every eye
seem to blow away
Glow from the light
show up in their eyes
The beat of every heart
inside the sanctuary
calls out the name of
the Lord
expressing how much love
we share for him
The wonderful tune of the birds
butterflies, early summer
this is all beautiful scenary
cause it's God's gift
for he's willing to share it all with us

Submitted: Sunday, September 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013
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