I’ll take the silver in a star-lit repose
I’ll take the gold-fringed dawn
I’ll take the ruby in the heart of a rose
And I’ll take my joy in a song
I love the misty emerald sea
The jade in forest-gowns
Wisdom’s pearl is rare to me
As the amethyst brushed on clouds
I’ll take a diamond stroll at dawn
Or crystal in December
The sapphire of a summer’s crown
Or dusty blue September
Do not call me a miser please
Or thief of nature’s measure
But my great wealth is hard to miss
As God pours out His treasure
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Praise the Lord, O my soul. Ps.104:1
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