I know that God exists, for every Spring,

Beauty comes to reawaken me.

The Cardinal flies from tree to tree,

And sings his piercing note of ecstasy.

 

The Apple blossoms dance in        the wind

As River Birches bend in the storm.

Some part of me thrills to the sight 

Of it all, and joy keeps me warm.

 

The Red Bud trees line my lonely street.

Tulips wave to me as I walk by.

I sense that God is very near.

I run and greet Him with a cry.

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