Peace
Sitting on my white garden chair
Making sketches
Calmness takes over my soul
As I watch my favourite tree
I hear the rustling of the leaves
Peace washes over me
And I exclaim,
“What a mighty God
We serve.”
Sitting on my white garden chair
Making sketches
Calmness takes over my soul
As I watch my favourite tree
I hear the rustling of the leaves
Peace washes over me
And I exclaim,
“What a mighty God
We serve.”
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laurabon on Right Pleasure | |
laurabon on Position Yourself | |
laurabon on My Refuge | |
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