God has been putting down his perfume, its just outside the front door in the beautiful aroma of the Daphne. Its along the walking track in the bright and fluffy flowers of the Golden Wattle. Its filling the air, its hanging off pearls of tight pink buds among the already merging blossoms of the Prunes tree and its in the cheerful faces of the daffodils and those jonquils beside a fallen tree and it hovers in the bright blue of the violets that pack a real punch among the garden beds. All around is the glorious perfume of spring hastening our hearts towards God and holding hands with our soul.
From a book of Treasury of Prayers I read this lovely prayer:
Sing to God with thanks and love.
Praise him for his joyful spring, bringing life to everything.
Praise him for the blossom trees,birds and butterflies and bees.
Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ.
Anne, servant of the Lord
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