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| [three oh two] 7.20.11 |
-Nighttime-
Darkness blankets the sky;
I look up and see His face.
Evening is a wondrous time
To contemplate His grace.
He calls me to His side
And holds me there;
To think that He would call me His child,
And watches me everywhere!
I praise Him for His infinite love,
Unchanging, true, and vast.
I wonder at the marvels around,
And long to be with Him at last.
~By myself.
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| Trashbins in the shed. |
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