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From the corner of my gaze, I catch the spurts of newest pine-growth
Tender, softer than most
Like a lump of rising dough
Knead-ful hands will make it soon grow
And forge this Spring life into a Summer’s feast
Of freshly baked goods
A display of leaves and bark and trees and dawn
All spread out on this table
In these bakery-woods and beyond
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I cast a gaze past the rocks
And the pounding watery flow
I look beyond the dark red sky
And the setting sun below
I hear the song of the wind
And calm to me does bring
When knowing this that Jesus Christ
Is maker of all things
As the glowing sun begins to set
And its colors slowly change
The gull swoops low to find a home
And her nest to rearrange
Evening came but now is gone
Yet in my heart still rings
That Jesus Christ the Lord of all
Is maker of all things
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An ocean’s length from here to there
Fighting rages beyond repair.
Scores of children—hungry, dying
Getting better? I would be lying
And every day—a money scare
all in a broken world.
A thousand miles away our leaders fright
In evil do these men delight
Money and power, money and power
Getting worse by the hour
Our country improve?
No, try they might.
all in a broken world.
Work now scarce and money too
Struggle comes with each day new
The cost of breathing rising, rising
This depressing world we are despising
So with each day that comes
Do I color it blue,
all in a broken world?
Apart from it all, here I sit
Admiring the morning, God’s sacred gift
A timber’s branch quivers when lands a bird
Then my fluffy friend jumps, leaving the branch undisturbed.
Misty fog gathers dripping from pines
All of these things sooth my mind.
My Creator comforts, loves, and cares
And cries, “Be still, My love I share!”
Comforting peace beyond understanding
His Holy Spirit forever now granting.
A simple life of loving God,
and God loving us is all we must do, live and trust
all in a broken world.
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