| How many leaves has a tree grown and shed, throughout its life, until it is dead? Or how many miles, in between being mown, has green grass grown since being sown? What does it matter, they will likely say, and I would agree, but in my own way. Then once more I go on asking myself, similar questions about nature’s wealth. |
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| When will the earth not be able to drink, the rivers of raindrops that now always sink? To this I already have the reply, as I know that a sign was set in the sky, in the form of a rainbow a promise was made, that too much water and it would be stayed. |
| When I ask questions about life’s wonders, its just that I am awed by the numbers, of the marvels that exist all around, created by One so great and profound. Everything in the world was laid out, with exact planning that we cannot doubt, its purpose was to be a home, for those who consent to be His own. |
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| By Barbara R. |
