Tender Melodies

In the coolness of the morning breeze
The wild birds waken me gently
While dancing on the tips of soaring trees.

Their voices rise in tender melodies
Inviting me to join and sing
Lifting up the Maker of all things.


Chorus:

We sing,

"Praise to the Holy One!
Praise to the Risen Son!
Praise to the Lord Jesus Christ!"

Repeat chorus once.

In the joyous glow of heartfelt song
Their wings take flight and they soar strong
Gliding through the skies where they belong.

Their voices rise in tender melodies
Inviting me to join and sing
Lifting up the Maker of all things.

Repeat chorus four times.

By Glen Alan Woods
June 2006