A glimpse of my Savior

I see everyday

As I trod His precious grounds

Along life's weary way.

Flowers blooming in array

Trees bending to and fro

Tiny birds chirping

Everywhere we go.

Even when the grounds are barren

His touch every where we go

Rain softly falling

Or glorious falling snow.

This is only a tiny glimpse

Of yet what is to be

For when we get to Heaven

True beauty we will see.

Ginny Bryant©

Ginny's Gift Of Love

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