by Linda from Virtuous Daughters, September 2003~Volume 3, Number 6 Each morn I hiked up to the mount
To pray and seek God’s will. The darkness gently rolled away As I started up the hill. The sky was clear; the air was still A peace like none before. The clouds rolled back as if to say, We’re opening up the door. The door to Heaven, yes it was God’s light began to glow. As I thanked Him for His beauty His love began to flow. That time I spent with God Gave blessings beyond compare. My morning walks to the chapel on the hill Were the most wonderful times to share. I’ll never forget that private place Where I went to pray each day. But keep those memories in my heart Every time I pray. Comments are closed.
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