It’s not your Face that I can see
As I sit beneath the trees
It is your Voice that calls my name
In the gentle breeze.
Saying I must look for you
At the heart of Your creation
In the gifts each day that come my way
Making life a celebration!
Great are the works of the LORD; they are pondered by all who delight in them.
Psalm 111:2
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