Gathering His Love
It falls from above
In innocent hands
The feeling so grand

To touch part of earth
Feel all the worth
With wings that fly by
Sweet breeze with a sigh

The trees dressed so stout
With leaves so devout
With flowers that loom
My heart so consumed

With wings that delight
My heart just sings out
As butterflies dance
With beauty enhanced

Love has been blest
With things God has left
For all to now see
His love constantly

What rapture to be
In God's company
Each gift of God's care
For all hearts to share.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
ęCopyright 2000

Is When Morning Comes, an original ęBruce DeBoer.  You May visit his fine site by clicking right here.