From My Window

I look out my window,

And what do I see?

My garden’s ablooming.

And birds in the tree.

The sun shines so brightly,

And shadows I see;

The soft winds are blowing

The limbs on the tree.

The hummingbird is feeding,

From a honeysuckle vine;

He feeds from God’s bounty,

It doesn’t cost him a dime.

Like the sparrow in the scriptures,

From God’s feeding bin;

He returns for his dinner,

Again and again.

So I look out my window,

And what do I see?

The miracle of God’s blessings