The Arizona Monsoon
The Arizona monsoon, a sight to behold Dust walls rolling in, both intimidating and bold Heavy rain follows, relief for
The Arizona monsoon, a sight to behold Dust walls rolling in, both intimidating and bold Heavy rain follows, relief for
Every day, the birds come to play Their beautiful feathers brighten my day With cheerful chirps, they hop around Pecking
My pigeon pals, they trust me so,They perch on me, they come and go.With feathers soft and eyes so bright,They
Come, all servants of the Lord, let us raise our voice,Praise His name forevermore, let our hearts rejoice.For He is
The woodpecker, a peanut connoisseur so fine Tapping away with his trusty beak, a master chef in his prime Cracking
In Chronicles we find, a truth so divine,The Lord is exalted, His greatness does shine.He rules over all, in heaven
Every winter, without fail, a mockingbird appears Chirping away, bringing cheers I offer him raisins, his favorite treat He looks
In the morning light, I sing with glee Praising the Lord, Most High, for all to see At night, I
Praise be to the Lord, our Savior so true Who daily bears our burdens, sees us through Our God is
In the splendor of His majesty, I find delight His wonderful works, I ponder day and night His awesome power,