Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Joy

The wind sweeps thru the palms to and fro, the tide brings the sand fresh moisture.  God himself insists we notice his exploit. His grace and wisdom enhance the shine of each star. The flight of every bird is part of his compel and will not avoid his sight. The morning sun caresses your cool skin to convey welcome ye each new dawn given to you anew.

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