Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Feeling His Presence
Each drop of sweet morning dew upon the roses,
Every warm ray of sunlight upon my skin,
Each silvery moonbeam upon my face,
And every caress of the cool breeze
tells me You are here.
Donavon Scott Vinson
"Can any hide himself in secret places
that I shall not see him? saith the Lord.
Do not I fill the heaven and the earth?
saith the Lord." Jeremiah 23:24