It was my type of day,
The first of the year,
So very long since the last one.
The sun was shining,
The frost was on the ground,
My favourite type of day.
Wrapped up warm
I ventured to My River,
There it flowed in all its glory
Between the crisp white fields,
Me walking happily beside it,
Soaking up the glory all around.
The swans and geese
Floating gently upon it,
Barely a ripple to be seen,
On this soft, chill, windless day.
The type of day that is so rare,
A gift to me from My Spirit.
As I walked in total happiness
Along My River
I gave thanks to My Spirit
Who had given to me,
My favourite type of day.