June 15, 2004

  • OKC


    Each time you look up to the sky or watch a
    fluffy cloud go by, or feel the sunshine
    warm and bright, or watch the dark night
    turn to light, or hear a bluebird gayly sing,
    or see the winter turn to spring, or stop to
    pick a daffodil, or gather violets on some
    hill, or touch a leaf, or see a tree, It’s all
    God whispering, “This is me, and I am
    faith and I am light and in me there shall
    be no night.”