I go out at night, and I lie on the ground.
I breath the fresh air, and I hear all the sound.
I look at the trees, as they reach to the sky,
Getting their last glimps of heaven, before they wither and die.
But the wind shakes a bronch, and a seed drops near,
And I know that new life is about to begin here.
I look at the moon, as it brightens the hour,
And I know this must be God showing his power.
I look at the stars, as the glisten above.
I know this must be God, showing his love.
And I look at the world, always changing, always new.
And I think God Almighty, an act way overdue.
2007-01-04
13:12:17
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