Dew falling from the trees
to the ground
Yet no one hears
the welcoming sound

Of a brand new day
as the sun bursts the sky
New mercies again are
born for you and I

The dewdrops make
a resounding praise
Offering us new hope
and brighter days

A reminder of
God’s guiding touch
Since creation’s beginning
He’s loved us so much

And with each new start
that we are living
Let us offer Him
praises of thanksgiving

By using these days
as wise as we can
For the betterment and love
of all fellowman.

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