The mountains are altars where I may kneel;
Give praise for the depth of the love I feel.
Rivers and streams carry music as such;
Hymns and choruses of his wonderful touch.
Ocean’s expanse speaks of eternity wide;
Heaven forever, after life’s final tide.
Nature’s beauty, His bouquet for me,
Full colors and texture for eye to see.
A canvas each day do I behold,
Paintings of rainbows trimmed in gold.
Gifts beyond measure, but none do compare,
To Christ’s spirit within me-- His life I now share.
In a list
A contest entry
- Make It Your Own by Quill.
500 points, ended September 13, 7 entries
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Comments
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Beautiful, Katie!
This poem itself is a gift to all of those who will read it!
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A very pretty poem, with nice spiritual conviction I might add. Well done.
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Thankyou
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