I THINK (a poem)

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I wake to the sweetest birdsong, as all creation greets the morn
And I think of the love of Jesus, how through Him I've been re-born.

I walk in the country laneway, the hedgerows are vibrant green
And I think of those early days, when my heart was new and clean.

I dip in the gentle waters of the stream with its healing flow
And I think of how He cleansed me on that night so long ago.

I gaze on majestic mountains, reaching up to Heavens high
And I think of my loving Saviour, how for me He chose to die.

I marvel at fiery sunsets, setting the sky aglow
And I think of the warmth in my heart since God's love I came to know.

I think of my wonderful Saviour, I think of His love for me,
I think how He came from Heaven, and from sin He's set me free.