The heavy grass bowed low
Last nights rain and winds did blow
Stirred up was the courage
Of a red wing black bird
Who flapped its wings at a calf in the field and made it move and moo
Of a doe to give birth
And of the little fawn to walk across our path
On our morning walk
The rain renews
The Wind cause to bow and move
Kind Father, renew and move. Before thee I do bow. Amen.
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