Sing a ballad to our Father;
He is tender, just, and kind.
Sing a song to our Savior;
faith in Him,
we will, without fail, find!
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Soft, glides a red-faced robin;
gentle, the sway of a white-laced dove;
sweet bobs momma blue jay;
dancing for their keeper,
who is here and above.
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Sing a ballad, dear Father;
unchanging, my forever King.
Sing a song,
Blessed Redeemer;
trust in you is everything!
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Quaint rises the pink-tipped jasmine,
scenting the pristine morning air;
perfume favors
the climbing wisteria;
such exquisite offerings you share.
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Sing a ballad to our Father;
awaken the splendor,
full and alive.
Sing a song to The Creator,
arousing our souls to dance and thrive!
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Delicate notes trickle through the creek;
butterflies dart about almost at random;
but never unwatched this perfect rhythm,
nor will His children,
He abandon.
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Sing a ballad, Loving Father;
unsearchable, your intent abounds.
Sing a song, my Deliverer;
hope in your precise wisdom,
I have found!
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Psalm 104:33
I will sing to the LORD as long as I live; I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.
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Really good, Tamara. I love it. I’d love to hear it sometime, but the words flow nicely.
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Thank you so much, Bill. 😊
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