Category: Praise
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Dirt Beneath my Boots
As I hike the dusty trail I find Truth about the dirt has come to mind. The lowly dust is praising God along With the music of the pine trees’ song. This humble dust has never once complained Though trampled often and exposed to rain. The same dirt is what I regularly sweep And toss… Read more
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If I had a Thousand Years
A Poem based on Psalm 8 If I had a thousand years To walk the earth and search the spheres, There would not be a sweeter sound Than that of Jesus to be found. If I had a thousand more To search the world from shore to shore, A greater glory there’d not be Than… Read more
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Thousand Thanks
Thousand blessings, mine each day; Could I count them, ‘course not, nay. From marvel that He gives each breath To deliverance from death. What, though, if I tried to list Every blessing that should sift From Almighty hands that heap Endless gifts upon this sheep. All the beauties that my eyes View on land and… Read more