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My Own Backyard
Dear
Lord, when things get hectic
And living seems so
hard,
I just go out and sit
awhile,
Within my own
backyard.
For there it's quiet
and peaceful,
Beneath the shady
trees,
And sunlight through
the branches,
Accompanies ever
breeze.
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There are a dozen shades of green,
Designed
to please the eye,
Chubby squirrels and
humming birds,
... A golden
butterfly.
The honeysuckle's
perfume,
permeates the
air,
And though I do not see Him,
I know
that God is here.
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The sky so high above my head,
Is an
electric blue,
And there are lazy
cotton clouds,
With nothing else to
do,
But sail across the heavens,
And yet
I know that I
Was given hope whose
sturdy wings
were also meant to
fly,
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This old
world we inhabit,
is much the worse for
wear,
Beauty fades so
quickly,
And hearts forget to
care.
But somehow I've
discovered,
Within my own
backyard,
A peaceful
sanctuary
... In which I find
the Lord.
Author Grace E Easley
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