Gazing into the afternoon sky
While this Westward sun's
Slowly setting,
Filtering its rays
Through porch and trees
Cooling the carpet below my feet
Forest's growing silent
Soon to frame a crescent moon
While this Westward sun's
Slowly setting,
Filtering its rays
Through porch and trees
Cooling the carpet below my feet
Forest's growing silent
Soon to frame a crescent moon
On wires above, I wonder
How our voices travel so far
Where the birds they gather
Over every thought crossed
&
Waves transmit
How our voices travel so far
Where the birds they gather
Over every thought crossed
&
Waves transmit
So run the race
Lay aside every encumbrance
Pursue peace with all men,
Pluck the root of bitterness
So your victory be sweet.."
Heb. 12~
Lay aside every encumbrance
Pursue peace with all men,
Pluck the root of bitterness
So your victory be sweet.."
Heb. 12~