When we are weary and in need of strength,
When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember him.
When we have a joy we long to share,
When we have decisions that are hard to make,
We remember him.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring,
We remember him.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of the summer,
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of the autumn,
We remember him.
At the rising of the sun and its setting,
We remember him.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember him.
When we have a joy we long to share,
When we have decisions that are hard to make,
We remember him.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring,
We remember him.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of the summer,
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of the autumn,
We remember him.
At the rising of the sun and its setting,
We remember him.
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