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Mar 2016
The sun, the moon
and stars at night,
The rosy dusk
and dawn of light,
the cooling breeze
and rhythmic rain,
the harvest full
of golden grain.
The birds that fly,
a baby's cry,
a hard day's work,
a peaceful sigh,
the smell of spring,
as nature sings,
the prayers we say
to start our day,
the hope in all,
the eternal call
from up above
a God whose love
has set us free
and blessed us all
abundantly.
Written by
Kathryn Heim
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