A Song of Thanks

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By Yael Palgon
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Praise it be
The Creator of it all
The One who lets there be a sun
Let it be known to all
His infinite glory

Praise it be the way
The sun seeps inside of me
Gently kissing my face
I gaze upon her red golden sunset
On a hot summer’s afternoon

Praise it be the way
The air smells
When the flowers bloom
Tickling all my senses
Making me drunk with glee
On a sunny spring morning

Praise it be the way
The wind whispers
Lolling me to sleep
I find my inner peace
On a winter’s night

Praise it be the way
The trees look
As their coats change colors
Opening their arms
To welcome the new year
On a breezy fall day

Praise it be
The Creator of it all
That there are seasons
A rhythm to it all
Let it be known to all
His infinite glory