[Dust in the Wind]

Connie and All
Happy New Year!

O Thou whose glory fills the heavens,
Whose bounty clothes the earth,
To Thee a poem of thanks we raise
For blessings from our birth.

For that untiring love Thou dost,
From day to day renew,
O may it on our hearts descend
Like heaven-distilled dew

[AZamericonnie]

Such a lovely poem Dust & happy new year! *hugs*