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His Hands
Streaming down the cradled Rocks
Sparkling water flowing through
The sand,feeding all the life
Our Lord put here on this land.
Sunny skys but falling leaves
Blowing lightly in His sweet sweet breeze.
I see His hand in all the colors
The sky ,the flowers and lots of others.
The seasons change,and days get shorter
But my Lord stays the same
He is like no other.
Writte by:©Betty Bolden
8-7-03
