This You Mean to Me
The sky at its bluest--the earth in full bloom
The sight of a robin--blessed tree;
The smile of a child when happy at play--
This is what you mean to me
The way the sun brightens a cloud,
The strength that the waves lend the sea;
The patience I feel when touched by your hand
This what you do for me.
The way that a mother looks at her young
With love for all that they do;
The way the Lord has given to me--
This is the way I love.
---By Sandra Whitmoyer McCurdy
This You Mean to Me
The sky at its bluest--the earth in full bloom
The sight of a robin--blessed tree;
The smile of a child when happy at play--
This is what you mean to me
The way the sun brightens a cloud,
The strength that the waves lend the sea;
The patience I feel when touched by your hand
This what you do for me.
The way that a mother looks at her young
With love for all that they do;
The way the Lord has given to me--
This is the way I love.
---By Sandra Whitmoyer McCurdy