Father Song
I step into the early morning air,
It is crisp, clear, the freshness awakens me
The Sun is rising; it spills golden light all around
I see tiny dew drops edging each leaf, soon they will be gone
Seen by my eyes alone but here too I see The Father’s Hand
Nearby Magpie lifts his head, warbling a purlieu song
That claims all I see as his own.
My tree, my roses, my garden, my abode
My own; he tells the world loud and clear
Creator God, You Paint the day
You Smile at the treasures I find
You walk with me, You remind me I Am
Your Child, Your Joy
Oh how I delight in You, in this Your abiding love
As I lean in close You lean in closer
Breathless I know, I know I am known
You lift Your Head oh God and Sing Your Father song
You claim me as Your own and willingly I stand as Yours
My mind My soul My heart My Love My all
All Your Own
Words and Pictures © Denise Stanford 2015
What a beautiful encouragement these words are to me today. Thank you