' let all the world, in every corner sing: my God and King. TIS 105
The early morning autumn mist hovered over the summer grass with haunting beauty and trees, sentinel like seemed to have no base in the fog, just towering upward from the mist,
still,
quiet,
peaceful,
slowly moving.
The gentle, fresh breeze rippled across the grass and onto my face , refreshing like the Spirit of God.
Lord, I care not about position in heaven. Let all those bent on having power rule as they may. Give me only a small place close enough to see your face. (Calvin Miller)
Grace and peace from the Lord Jesus Christ.
Anne
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