The sun shines bright upon the world,
And leaves on trees are now unfurled,
To wave in gentle wind that blows,
Away the clouds that bring the snows,
And I sit here upon the grass,
In morning dew that shines like glass,
And think of what I'll do today,
People to see and words to say,
And I thank God for all He's made,
And for the price that Jesus paid.
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