2016-07-27
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The world seems endless.
The hills rolling on below and around me,
the trees tall and unbending
from here to the horizon and beyond.

I see You.
I see the work of Your hands,
I hear the sound of Your voice,
I feel Your breath
soft and cool on my skin.

With You here at my side,
my strained muscles relax,
my hurried breath slows,
my racing heart calms.

And I rest,
in harmony with Your world,
alive in Your Presence.

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