Cranberry, clap your hands;

The sun has come to play!

The birds are chortling in their bands,

The bees buzz on their way.

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Cranberry, lift your eyes;

An Artist’s touch is seen

Wherever light lands on the skies

Or gives a leaf green sheen.

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Cranberry, feel sun’s smile;

Its warmth can comfort you,

Its rays can dry the tears you’ve cried

And make your soul feel new.

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Cranberry, clap your hands;

The sun has come to play!

The birds are chortling in their bands,

The bees buzz on their way.

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“You will live in joy and peace.  The mountains and hills will burst into song, and the trees of the field will clap their hands!”  Isaiah 55:12 NLT