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| His Magnificent Way |
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| He whispers..."Awake," and the tiny crocus arise from their winter' nap to sing of His marvelous splendor. He smiles... and all life waxes strong in the summer sun, bursting forth from every corner of the land in silent testimony of His glory. He sighs... and the trees blush at the love so freely shown to His creation. With brilliant color, nature shouts His presence to a doubtful world. He cradles her in the palm of His hand... and like an infant secure in her mothers' arms, she sleeps, knowing she is ever under His watchful eye, until He once again whispers... "Awake." |
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| by: Joanne Warrick Revised 3-1-03 |
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