In Whispering Wind, I feel Your Newness,
In Crashing Waves, Your Power
In Birdsong, I hear Your Joyful Sweetness,
Your Gentleness in Falling Rain.
In Flower Petals, I touch Your Softness
In Luminous Skies, Your Light I behold.
In the Warmth of Your Grace Rays,
I Glow, I Grow.
Let Me Not Forget You, Let Me Not.

– Paula Flood.


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