Monday, February 23, 2009
A TESTIMONY GROWS BY CLEA JENSON NEWMAN
THROUGH MOUNTAIN AND VALLEY I ROAM SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING WAITING FOR A CLEAR IMAGE EXPECTING SOMETING STARTLING SHOCKING OR REVEALING YET GOD IN HIS WIDSOM LET ME LISTEN TO THE SECRET WHISPERS OF PINES GAZE AT CRYSTAL CUT STARS WATCH A GOLDEN SUN SINK BEHIND AGE OLD HILLS TENDERLY HOLD A HAND AND SLOWLY I BEGAN TO KNOW
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