Prone to Rejoice

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The dark wind sings in the evergreens,

The rain plays a lullaby

And the grey gulls dance above the sea,

Lost in the dull grey sky.

 

To some this is a mournful view,

But I’m prone to rejoice,

For God has given me this day

And gratitude’s my choice.

 

I don’t need sunshine or bright skies

To sing a cheery praise,

For each day is a precious gift

And I’m grateful most days!

 

Psalm 118:24

This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.