~ An Hour
know You my Lord-
We met eons ago -
When I was very young and You then-
Venerable and old.
I met You, my Lord-
Beside Your eternal sea,
In the majesty of Your mountains,
And in the shade of an oak tree.
I've seen You, my Lord-
In the innocent eyes of a child-
In the magic of Spring-in glorious Autumn-
And in winter, cleansing and wild.
I've talked to You, my Lord-
'Mid the trials of every day;
Times when my heart was aching,
And You helped the pain go away.
I've felt Your love, my Lord;
Thru' a loving family-
And by delivering my soul
From a dark and troubled sea.
I know Your power Lord-
Thru' howling hurricane winds-
Thru' roaring raging rivers
And where the quaking earth begins.
When You open Your book,
Almighty, temper judgment to foolish mortals-
That those who repent transgression,
May pass thru' Your Heavenly Portals-
Betty C. Danielsİ--1/15/95
During the 500 year flood of '93-'95,
When I stood on my front porch-
and watched the Missouri River meet
and engulf a tributary---I prayed--
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Heavens Are Telling The Glory Of God
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