Ode to my lord...

For Jesus cares for the flowers and perfumes them with beauty from his inner chambers. Every morning, before the sun is High, he wakes the larks with the music of spring and bids them sing to it. The Polar Bears he warms with his smile every winter when the sun is on vacation. To speak of man, who is he that you are mindful of him? That you drank of the cup of the wine of God’s wrath for him? That you took his fall and gave him a place higher than angels. You are simply the best Lord Jesus. Now man can live forever more.So Lord, may the nations bring forth increase for you and may your people bear you more sons and daughters. May the works of your hands bring you joy each morning. Let the your brothers honour you forever before the father and kings bring you wealth from distant seas. I dedicate this blog to you forever. Let it bring you praise. Let it make you glad. Lil’ Naid.