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Dwight Plett

Spring Song  

The gentle dew, the rising sun, the growing seed, the morning haze

My eyes behold the miracle, my heart is full, my hands are raised

I lift my voice in songs of praise, I can’t contain my joy today.

 

The smell of Spring, the gift of life, the bursting bud, the singing birds

I’m overwhelmed with wonder, oh if I could only find the words

I lift my voice in songs of praise, I can’t contain my joy today

 

The bright new green of growing leaves, the smell of earth all freshly turned

My soul is overflowing full of melodies I’ve never learned

I lift my voice in songs of praise I can’t contain my joy today 

 

If I could write a symphony or paint a masterpiece for you

Or dance across the mountain tops, express my boundless gratitude

My strength is small, my gifts are few, this simple song will have to do

 

I lift my voice in songs of praise, I can’t contain my joy today

The gentle dew, the rising sun, the growing seed, the morning haze

My eyes behold the miracle, my heart is full, my voice is raised…

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