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Wednesday, March 21, 2012


through whispering pines I hear His voice
feel His touch in gentle breeze
His sovereign love within me dwells
Saving Grace is all I breathe

The Lord of peace shines down on me
Love and Comfort softly warms
a gentle flow of mercy pours
safe in Him my life transforms

His promise of eternity
deeply pierced this heart of mine
firmly living the Written Truth
      heart and soul with Him entwined


Monday, March 19, 2012

The Dull of Day

In dull of day
the dark blue far-away ocean
appeared in a daydream;
her rock bound coast
with jagged boulders

kissed the slopes of low-lying hills
where pines and firs and cedars
clustered together
 a frolicking stream
tumbled down the mountainside
and I awoke wondering
who could not believe in God
if dreams such as this
in the dull of day