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As
morning is
breaking
When
sky is all
blue
I
see all the
beauty
That's
made just for
you
The
grass blades
are swaying
In
soft gentle
breeze
The
trees are all
bowing
With
love and to
please
The
flowers are
blooming
With
petals so
grand
A
touch of this
wonder
Is
showing God's
Hand
There
in the mist of
God's
precious view
The
gift of great
meaning
The Love
that is You.
~
Francine
Pucillo
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©Copyright
April, 2005
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