Stones are pieces of the mountain of God

That one day will be soil for the seeds

To root and to grow into flowers and grains

That man’s soul and his body needs.

Eternity is waiting upon everything

Though some would lose sight in their place

Forgetting life belongs to the heavens above

And creation depends on God’s grace.

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It is good to get up before the birds start to sing;

To find out who I am,

Before my flights of fancy

Wing around a sky so blue

That forever seems mine for the taking;

To have light dawn upon me

When I am lost in reverie

Between the world within

I cannot fathom

And the common things I see;

I learn the story of man and creation

From the very beginning:

Then when the heavens begin to open

And Mother Nature begins to groan

I can know this day for what it is,

And find God and myself alone.

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