You Freely Give

Hence,the rustling of the trees.
And the swiftly falling leaves.
And the gently blowing breeze.
All this beauty I behold.
Hence, the flowing of the stream.
And the moonlights hidden gleam.
O'er which You reign supreme.
Lord I thank Thee.
Hence, the sky of muted blues.
And the roses potent hues.
And the valleys wondrous views.
To us You freely give.
Hence, a soul so white and pure.
With forgiveness You assure.
As our trials we endure.
This You freely give.

Floria
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