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...
a very beautiful poem eman..very well written i enjoyed the reading and me too was born in spring.10++++
Very beautiful poem Eman i really like so much Go on and dont stop writing
It's not the spring I love its You A most wonderful line, that is!
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.
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..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yeah Eman, its always He, who is behind all things. good poem