The Granite Rock
Waterfall pours over solid granite rock
The spray constantly rains upon trees below
It is nice, damp, and cool or perhaps cold
The negative ions relaxes all that come into the splatter
Behold these however are only temporal
Just a drop to what God has for us
We can become like a river of water flowing
If we just think on things eternal
Whose builder and maker is God
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009
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