Checkered Chair
Sunrise view
Fuzzy rug
Bible open
Spirit moving
Sound bites silenced
Heart inclined
Needs are endless
Help is on the way
“I lift my eyes to the hills
From where does my help come?
My help comes from the Lord
Maker of Heaven and earth”
Ps 121:1-2
Quiet Time, A Poem
- by The Lockwoods

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