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Through
the mist of the morning,
Behold the glory of God's world.
The quiet hush lies around us,
As the morning is unfurled.
Beyond all understanding
God's Peace is profound.
Before the stirring of small creatures
There is no revealing sound
That mars the awesome beauty
In this day that God gives,
But when all is awakened,
It is a swelling song: God lives!
Mary
Wacaster, copyright 2002
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