The raindrops fall from the limbs as the tree dries in the refreshing breeze. The wind upon my face whispers softly my Savior's sweet touch of love. The morning dove coos in the distance and the birds chatter and add to the beauty of another day given by the great I Am. I sit quietly on the old wicker rocker and take in all the melody and harmony of God's beautiful creation...and it is good!
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