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AMEN

I gaze upon a picture, Of someone's fantasy, The clouds are soft and fluffy And beckon just to me. The trees dressed in pink and green, Are the prettiest I have ever seen. A dirt path tends to wander Among these magic trees. Wild flowers poke their heads up Around rocks here and there. While a sense of peace Fills the morning air. Absorbed in this peaceful scene It makes me want to sit and dream Of children running safe and free, No wheelchairs or crutches can be seen. I sit and laugh, As they play Hide and seek, One think he's hidden As he hangs by his knees. The girls play Hop Scotch, And may I please, Johnny plays King of the Hill, Under the trees. Soon little creatures gather 'round, Sit and watch without a sound. Mesmerized by the happy scene More precious then becomes my dream. A scene made By God's own Hand. If all the world, Could be so grand. Amen

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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