Born In Spring

I love my days in Spring
All life all young all new
The stars
That were too far
Shine in the dark for me
The skies
That were all fear
Now smile clear smiles to me
The sea
That was so wide so wild
Now holds my eyes holds me
But doesn't it seem so strange
with people here and there
with all the hearts that beat
I cheer as if all were done for me
And feel - from head to feet -
I feel it all is mine?

No nothing strange
It's He
His givings have no range

How thank you God
Who gives with care
Who gives me all as mine
And gives it everybody everywhere

Oh Fair
Who makes for every heart a share

It's not the spring I love it's You

True God who makes the dead anew...

by Eman Elbadawi

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His giving have no range And gives it everybody everywhere. Great prayer. Heartiest congrats on poem of the Day.
His giving have no range And gives it everybody everywhere. Great prayer.
A beautiful poem.....thank you. Congratulations.
Splendid poem it enlivens my bones and makes me want to sing of Easter, Spring and all the gifts it brings. Full marks Enam
A wonderful and delightful poem about the spirit that breathes Spring..good work! a ten..
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