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. |