by Jane Sullivan
May you see sunlight thru the trees
and feel the warmth of a balmy breeze
Smell the grass after the rain
and be there with someone else's pain
Enjoy the touch of another's hand
and sow good seeds in a foreign land.
May the chill of winter pass you by
as you hear your brothers cry
Striving to do God's will, he keeps me
humble and let's me see
that he is God
and I am me.
The narrow road is sometimes bleak
and loneliness can make me seek
what only God can truly fill
known to those who do his will.
So may it be for us who try —
the promise of his love to fill each
day as we go along and again
gratefully sing our song
of praise and thanks for Love.
