The azure blue sky with white wisps of cloud
Spans the horizon as far as my eye can see
Soft breezes cause tree leaves to dance
And play a rustling symphonic melody
Caught up in the beauty delighting ear and eye
I am swept away through gentle breezes
To ponder the grandeur of God's manifold gifts
O how He loves and blesses us as He pleases
We are raised from being earthly bound
Lifted up to a heavenly musical sound
Where lilting harp and lyre resound
And choirs of Angels joyfully sing
To Christ Jesus, our God and King
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