The First Buds Bloom

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The first new buds open their eyes

And turn toward the light.

They lift their faces and rejoice,

Boundless is their delight.

 

Their petals spread like hands in praise,

Lifted to God on high

The Lord of sunshine and of rain

Whose love is ever nigh.

 

Psalm 92:1

It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name, O Most High