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![]() ![]() ![]() One day I climbed to the high hill top
![]() To view the scenery fair
![]() Hills and valleys and houses and trees,
![]() As far as the eye could see.
![]() The sun shown brightly and I could see
![]() There had been an artist there.
![]() His brush had touched every bush and tree
![]() With beauty beyond compare.
![]() But no artist could mix such colors rare
![]() Or paint so spaciously!
![]() Then in awesome wonder it came to me,
![]() God Was There!
![]() (Dollie Sachleben)
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"I will meditate on the glorious splendor of Your majesty,
And on Your wondrous works." Psalm 145:5 ![]() ![]() ![]() My Other Pages
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