Our Father’s World
As I sip my first cup of coffee of the day, I can hear the serenade of birds chirping outside my window. Occasionally, a cooing dove will add its voice in harmony. Scampering squirrels will soon add their rhythmic chatter as God’s creation presents another symphony of praise.
Later, I look forward to seeing the backdrop of creation’s concert. Hyacinths with their waxy-looking peta...
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