Usually in July, I let readers know when I will be off for
my annual summer break.
This year the 'break' started a bit earlier than I was prepared for,
and has lasted a bit longer than usual,
and I will fill in some of the reasons for this in future posts, (hopefully/maybe!)
Life is so full of change-of-plans these days,
but I couldn't let July leave without at least one
July ballad/love song!!
Eph.5:20
...always giving thanks to God the Father for everything,
in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Genuine gratitude is more than an occasional word we offer;
it’s the posture of our lives.
Gratitude turns us to God over and over again,
always giving thanks in celebration.
It's not very difficult to be thankful in July!
Earth bursts with God's pleasure/providence!
Sing me a song of sweet July
Of blue and white peony sky...
Of wheat fields fringed with Queen Ann's lace...
Sing me a song of summer joys
Of carefree, barefoot girls and boys
As through fleet, sweet childhood they run...
Sing me of lilies full of sun...
Sing me a song of sweet July
Of blue and white peony sky
Of wheat fields fringed with Queen Ann's lace
And highways frilled with wild-bloom grace
Sing me a song of summer joys
Of carefree, barefoot girls and boys
As through fleet, sweet childhood they run.
Sing me of lilies full of sun
...of bronze shores where white waves unfold
Of landscape vistas, green and gold
Of petal-orchestras that spill
Flower-concertos, thrill on thrill
Sing me a sweeping serenade
Of backyards, dark with leafy shade
Where we lay down trade's humble tools
To cool ourselves in shadow-pools
Sing me of summer's gentle pace
Of daybreak's Parental embrace
Of gardens of both soul and soil
Bursting with fruit of faithful toil
Sing me of birds and butterflies
Of supper-bliss, fresh cherry pies
Of sticking noses in a flow'r
Face to face with Glory and Pow'r
Sing me a song of sheer delight
Of senses drenched in sound, scent, sight
Of expectation, bittersweet
As hellos and farewells compete
Sing me a song of cricket choirs
Of hummingbirds at Hosta-spires
Of misty morn and dusty dusk
Of fields of corn and shadow-husk
Play me a July melody
Of lavender and chicory
Of pink milkweed, with monarch brooch
Of hues hailing August's approach
Ah, sing me a July love song
Before it succumbs to 'so-long'
Sing me a turquoise ebb and flow
Of holding close while letting go
Janet Martin
Sing me a turquoise ebb and flow
Of holding close while letting go...
...of bronze shores where white waves unfold
Of landscape vistas, green and gold...
Of petal-orchestras that spill
Flower-concertos, thrill on thrill...
Of supper-bliss, fresh cherry pies...
Sing me a sweeping serenade
Of backyards, dark with leafy shade
Where we lay down trade's humble tools
To cool ourselves in shadow-pools...
Of pink milkweed, with monarch brooch...
