Sounds of nature all around,
frogs go jumping up and down.
Through the night crickets sing,
a lovely tune which will bring,
many of Gods tiny creatures to the garden.....
By morning, when we awake,
we'll wipe the sleep from our eye's,
and there we will rise!
Off to the morning room we shall go,
sip on our coffee very slow,
watch the sunrise, as it glows...
Shining so brightly over in the garden
we glance and see a robin,
and to our eye's which beauty lies,
a tear catches us by surprise!
Morning glory upon our face,
thinking of Gods loving place...
In the garden someday,
we shall all gather and sing amazing grace.
To our Father, standing before us face to face.
Copyright ©2004 ~Angelface~
frogs go jumping up and down.
Through the night crickets sing,
a lovely tune which will bring,
many of Gods tiny creatures to the garden.....
By morning, when we awake,
we'll wipe the sleep from our eye's,
and there we will rise!
Off to the morning room we shall go,
sip on our coffee very slow,
watch the sunrise, as it glows...
Shining so brightly over in the garden
we glance and see a robin,
and to our eye's which beauty lies,
a tear catches us by surprise!
Morning glory upon our face,
thinking of Gods loving place...
In the garden someday,
we shall all gather and sing amazing grace.
To our Father, standing before us face to face.
Copyright ©2004 ~Angelface~
