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GRACE

Chilly summer mornings,
Bright and clear,
When a dewdrop tops
Each blade of grass
Like a single perfect tear....

When everything is sunlight,
Yet the shadows are still long,
And from the top of every tree is heard
The shrill cicada song...

That's when life is.... crystal,
And I like to pause, and dream,
And drink the air like water
From a running mountain stream.

That's when it's easy to remember
(Though I know He's always there)
His hand is on my shoulder,
I am in God's loving care!