I see the vines reflect my lungs
The branches art mirroring my arms
The ocean in my eyes
And the rose reflection of my heart
You create the beauty in the wind
And the innocence of the young
The sweeping branches of the willow
And the warmth of the sun
You made the beauty in me
And in the monumental mountains
You made the luster of the sky
And the roaring river fountains
You created all the beauty up, down, and around
And all the wind's whispering and whistling sound
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
I see the vines reflect my lungs
The branches art mirroring my arms
The ocean in my eyes
And the rose reflection of my heart
You create the beauty in the wind
And the innocence of the young
The sweeping branches of the willow
And the warmth of the sun
You made the beauty in me
And in the monumental mountains
You made the luster of the sky
And the roaring river fountains
You created all the beauty up, down, and around
And all the wind's whispering and whistling sound
Jesus loves you!