Gazing out my window,
I see,
the sun trying to hide
below the western hills
and the out stretched limbs
of the many hardwoods.
God gives our eyes,
to behold,
such sights are worth,
more than silver,
and more than gold.
Balanced!
COMFORT FOR THE WEAK As this old body gets weak And the pain grows great, And I find it hard to pray, As my headaches get worse everyday. I ...
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