Down In The Sunny Southland
Where flourishing palm trees grow
And sway in the ocean breezes,
Their fronds bend in graceful show.
When dead fronds are not lopped off.
They stifle new growth’s freedom
And make the scene appear rough.
Many things that have happened
In the days of the long past
“Now over and forgotten?”…no!
They’re replayed, in mind..‘re-cast’.
And replace with a current event,
Ask God, He’ll bless daily happenings
With refreshings from Heaven sent.