Thanksgiving to You


The earth sings a song of thanksgiving to you,
For your beauty shines on all the earth.
Our souls sing songs of thanksgiving to you,
For the eagle that flies on the current.
What joy our souls sing of thanksgiving to you.

Spring, Spring, what beauty you give us in Spring.
The air is filled with fragrance of the Easter Lilly.
Our hearts give thanks to you for Spring, 
For your beauty shines for all to see.

Sing of song of joy, to Him, all the earth.
Your sun shines rays of your beauty all on the earth.
The hills are filled with the beauty of spring.
You have covered them with your golden flowers.

Even the birds sing a song of thanksgiving to you, 
For the tenderness of the 'buds of the trees' appear.
Sing a song of joy, to him, all the fowl of earth.
Thankful are we, for the tender buds have sprung.

All the earth sings a song of beauty to you.
Spring, Spring, has sprung and tender are your buds.
Fields of golden sun filter through the earth.
Thank you, thank you, sings the earth.
For, you have set a song of thanksgiving for the earth.

© by Tammy Snellenberger

Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined.
Psalm 50:2