Miracles

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.