Nature
You call it God, you call it Jesus or nature.
The one who creates and sustains us.
There is power in every color of nature,
that brings peace to the heart.
Now look at the warmth of the sun and the shade of the trees during the day,
And then look at the moon among the stars at night.
Feel the cool breeze and the smell of the first rain.
These things will give you comfort,
the day you understand life.
Then the crowd of that era will just trouble you.
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