Myriad little raindrops
Glitter brightly in the sun
Little jewels on leaves and grass
Like diamonds every one
The clouds, gunmetal grey before
Are etched in silver snow
As sunbeams kiss them tenderly
And set them all aglow
And through the clouds, the azure sky
Peeps warmly from above
The birds fly up to greet her
And sing sweet songs of love
As I stand within my garden
In the early morning sun
I praise and thank You, Father
For a new day that’s begun
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