While I Yet Live

My  heart  sings  in  glad  refrain, as  winged
Ones  exalt  you  in  morning  praise, I  give  thanks
For  gentle  winds  upon  my  face, a  cool  breeze
To  caress  at  close  of  day, while  I  yet  live

My  senses  overflow, with  unmatched  fragrance
Of  the rose, ethereal  beauty, delicate  splendor  in
Each  petal, fashioned  in  love  by  Gods  own  hand
Lending  gladness  to  my  journey, while  I  yet  live

My  eyes  behold  the  glory  of  the  evening
Sky, brushed  to  perfection  in  water  color
Hues, by  each  stroke  of  your  mighty  hand
I  give  thee  thanks,  While  I  yet  live

My  voice  in  rapturous  exultation, praise  thee
LORD  with  all  creation,  mountains  high, oceans
Deep, roar  at  the  mention  of  your  name, I  offer
A  sacrifice  of  thanksgiving, while  I  yet  live

As  night  ushers  in  a  velvet  sky, earth  lays  her
Head  against  Gods  breast, the  winged  ones  return
To  the  tree, giving  thanks  for  berry  and  seed
Protection  through  another  day, while  they  yet  live.

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