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Monday, December 8, 2014

Quiet Time

In a quiet time I find Him,
Walking down a maple lane;
On a sunlit field of daisies
Sparkling bright with last nights rain.


Alone I feel a presence
And a knowledge that He's there;
The world that moves around me
Makes me ever more aware.


A place down deep within me
Seeks these times of sweet release
From the earthly cares I live with
And I find an inner peace.
                          Lola Neff Merritt

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