"...And God called to him out of the moumtain..." Exodus 19:3
I see the mountains in the morning
when the dew is at its best.
There, tall pines are cradled;
little birds come to rest.
The mountains are a symphony,
as early morning light;
Uncovers night's blanket, bringing
beauty to my sight.
Forever they stand like sentinels
silent, guarding the land;
Molded, shaped and brought into being,
by God's creative hand.
Author ~ Joyce Andrews Bickel
www.mycalvaryslove.com
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