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Ray Buckley | Read Psalm 148:7-14
We feel the sun; we see the moon, rain clouds, storm clouds, ice, snow, birds, great whales, and waves. We hear the sound of cicadas, thunder, and gulls. We look up at mountains, and our spirits turn outward. Our footprints are left in the sand-which-once-was-stone, but only for a time....
Humility, Love, Faithfulness, Glory, Delight. My soul praises you, Still astounded Still awed.
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