Thursday, February 9, 2012


He stirs the sod and wooden limb
With miracles uncommon
As earth's four-season diadem
Exalts the God of Heaven

Our willing hands, our humble hearts
He fills with power glorious
And by the wisdom He imparts
We will return victorious

Within the acorn; oak trees wait
Within a drop; a fountain
Within a mustard seed of faith
The strength to move a mountain

Celestial ramparts shout His praise
And cause our minds to wonder
At mysteries beyond those gates
In portals over yonder

Janet Martin

Last night on the way home from my son's hockey game it struck me...
the days are getting longer once again...and Time is getting shorter.

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