'YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO LORD, YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO'

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apple blossom and lilac trees

tulips and gentle breeze

dandelions, mistletoe 

hot sunshine, and then snow,

YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO LORD, YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO.

sunlight slides across a floor

opening up another door

of bright reflections in my heart

But where, dear Lord, must I start?

I am captivated by the spring

my old and wounded heart now sings

I thank you Lord with every breath

and contemplate my own sweet death.

Amidst the blossom as the birds sing

and  bluebells, which never ring

the daffodils a yellow grace

Lord I yearn to see your face.

So this is my refrain

as I watch the April rain

YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO LORD

YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO.

Amen.