GOD MADE SATURDAYS
Wildflowers grow, soft winds blow
The kingfisher sits on the wire.
See the morning dew on the lawn so new.
Smoldering coals from evenings' fire.
Sun rises high in the morning sky
A woodpecker sign says, 'bird for hire'.
Paddling a canoe is fun to do
Unless of course through muck and mire.
The eastern sky resembles God's glory.
Rocking on the porch telling a gospel story.
Grandkids go for a morning swim.
Birds seem to sing an old time hymn.
God made Saturdays for having fun.
Think I'll join the kids under the noon day sun.
We'll go for swims, we'll go for hikes.
We'll go joy riding on our brand new bikes.
We'll have a picnic at the old mill stream.
Then we'll head to the parlour for some great ice cream.
We'll ride our bikes to the edge of the thickets.
Where we'll watch grasshoppers and creepy crickets.
Laying down our bikes and into the woods we go.
I wonder if God's creature will give us a show.
Time for supper we had better be off.
Hope Grandpa isn't asleep in the loft.
He prepared for us a delicious meal.
Hungry truly is what we feel.
We'll kindle the fire when the sun goes down.
I'll tell them a tale so they won't wear a frown.
We'll sing songs giving God the glory.
Oh thank you Lord, for Granddads, Grandkids,
And a good ol' story.
composed and written by ellen marie parker
june 9, 2002. 8:19am
