Summer is for Living

Light, warmth, sweet breezes, He whispers.

Dawn’s favor majestically waits .

A fine summer day has presented its promise

I’m alive and His gift I’ll not waste.

What plan do you sing my beneficent angel?

How shall we avail this fine turn?

Shall we laugh? Shall we dance? Shall we sing? Shall we pray?

Does your mission beg urgent concern?

Lead me through sunshine aloft on your wings.

Embolden my spirit to soar.

I must marshal my talents as He has demanded.

I must live to the fullest, should there not be one more.

Summer, oh summer! Your days are for living.

I slept a long winter, then spring lead me to you. I’m ready to honor your plan.

Imbue every breath and waste not one heartbeat.

Summer! Oh Summer! How Grand!