Among
the
blossoms
in
a
field
The
beauty
of
God's
love
shall
yield
With
fragrant
wisps
in
softest
breeze
The
heart
and
spirit
feels
such
ease
To
look
upon
this
wondrous
sight
To
gaze
within
the
morning
light
We
see
the
pattern
life
does
share
Of
all
God's
joy
beyond
compare
His
blessings
on
the
joy
that
lives
In
every
gift
the
earth
shall
give
So
soft
the
petals
tell
a
story
Of
all
the
joy
of
God's
own
Glory
So
capture
all
there
is
to
see
In
blades
of
grass
and
harmony
For
there
you
see
His
"Glory
Be"
Upon
this
earth
for
you
and
me.
Copyright
April
11,
2007
