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The Little ThingsSong of Songs 2:10-14 Get up my lovely fair one and come away, See the winter pass and rain is gone today; The flowers have come up upon the earth, Time to cut vines for them to have rebirth; The voice of a dove sounding in the lands, Trees putting out fruit as God commands; The vines of young fruit give a good scent, Producing a ripened treasure to be meant; Get up out of bed you sleepy head to see, A dove in a hole on the hill side by a tree; Let me see your face and hear your voice, Such a sweet sound just wanting to rejoice. Such a wonderful time thoughts of spring, A time of year to make you want to sing; The rains seem to chase away the gloom, As it brings the flowers out for to bloom; Unfortunately the hectic pace as we go, Seeing what God has done for to show; It is not just big things that God performs, A lot of little things that God brainstorms. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2004 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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