While I was biking one morning, the lines of a poem began forming in my head. The first lines can take the poem in several directions, and I thought it would be fun for you to help me finish this poem of faith.
I’ll give you the first two lines and then you can take it from there and add your lines in the comments.
Each bud sings of your glory.
Each blade holds your commands.
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Each bud sings of glory,
Each blade holds commands,
And every seed from which they come,
Was planted by your Hand
The morning dew,
the sunlight crisp,
Gives us the reason,
Thank You for this.
Lovely!