it's the flicker of our flames
it's the sorrow of our soul
it's giving Him the reins
it's relinquishing control
it's the moon rising high
it's the gentle fall of rain
it's stars that fill the sky
it's the joy amidst the pain
it's the thunder in the distance
it's the wind howling wild
it's the flower's smile to Heaven
it's the laughter of a child
it's the antics of a my dog
it's the smell of new-mown grass
it's glowing embers of a log
it's the wine poured in my glass
it's the songs i've yet to hear
it's the books upon the shelf
it's the music in my heart
it's the dying to my self
it's the way of weary pilgrims
it's the path beyond the hill
it's the narrow gate of holiness
it's the small voice ever still.
it's the seasons as they change
it's the rivers flowing free
it's the snow across the plains
it's the mountains and the sea
it's the Life found in our Father
it's the Son who sets us free
it's the Holy Spirit's comfort
it's all His Love for you and me.
susie melkus
02-06-05
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