Sun
It’s the beauty that no one looks upon,
But one always feels its Presence.
Faithful to rise each morning dawn
The Son guides our daily path.
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Mountains
Oh, to have faith like a mustard seed,
I’ll see the mountains dance
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Ant Hill
It’s as if heaven were stored up inside,
With all its rich rewards.
Many look at the narrow opening,
And crush it with their soles.
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Offering Bowl
Wicker basket passed pew to pew.
Sweaty palm grasps the $20.
Maybe next week.
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