Skrevet af Jørn Nielsen
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Onsdag, 14. oktober 2009 11:12 |
Despite the evil I do see, When truth is sold for lies, My garden with its humming bee Its Maker glorifies.
The graceful, flitting butterflies With colors God designed Will silence those defying cries Of unbelievers blind.
A countenance so blushing red Of love and tenderness My garden´s rose that grace will spread And will my wife, too, bless.
Who tells you God does not exist? Look at the beech´s leaf, God has its greenish pigment kissed, So quit your unbelief!
Yes, an oasis here I find, God´s beauty fills my breast, For Christ enlightened has my mind And me with riches blessed!
Aug. 19, 2008 - jn
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Senest opdateret: Tirsdag, 25. september 2012 13:36 |