I sing God’s praises each sunrise,
Knowing everything happens under His eyes.
Migration of monarch butterflies,
Proves creation’s innate harmony
Until my viewpoint I revise.
I often cut across as the crow flies,
Seeking My Creator’s superb surprise.
Sometimes hopes and dreams arise,
To refute yesterday’s worn-out lies.
I press forward toward a celestial prize.
Love’s universal law I shall not compromise.
Spring soon wears summer’s disguise.
An angelic blithe spirit never dies.
Under divine command, so good, so wise,
My little vessel does not capsize.