Thank you Lord for Sundays,a holy day for prayers,
and green valley embracing the first spring flower.
Sweetest scent you're sending me with the wind to fill peoples' sences,
bringing joy to their hearts.
I'm walking on a muddy road looking at the markings on the ground,
markings of my footsteps and dirt on my heels.
Yet,I feel as if my feet didn't touch the ground,
As if i've been carried away by the wind.
In my hand a yellow branch; I am coming to you.
To a house of hope,
A house of piece,
A house of worship with power to heal.
I'm obsessed with presents of your love and flame or burning candles that shine
so bright I bow to you our creator,
Saver of the world,
Magnifficent father,
Protector of the poor.
Thank you for rain after the hottest day,
and raindrops sleeping on the leaves.Thank you for making me trust in your
love,for being in my thoughts not far from my heart.
I don't need to shout and i don't need to scream.
Your name is silent in me constantly,
Like in a rainbow after the rain.
In you i put my trust,saviour of my heart.

by,
sal