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Through My WindowLooking through my window as the sun rises, Summer winds stir the canopy of trees. Life emerges with special surprises… While scents of flowers voyage on a breeze. Fresh new morning is filled with joy and praise Created by our Heavenly Father Lord of Life is our delight in all days… Why we smile and celebrate with laughter. Looking through the window of my own soul Is the One I turn to; why my heart sings. My fairest Lord Jesus who made me whole- The reason why the bold church bell still rings. Looking through my window, I can clearly see Grace, love, glory for all eternity. Julie Pisacane © 2006 2 Corinthians 4:6 For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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