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Much to See | ||
| Vistas come and then they go, In the passing veil of mist. Sometimes hidden, others no, And I am by droplets kissed. I must be alert to see All the sights that are in store. I can grasp reality And be ready to see more. Praise the Lord for much to view If I only use my eyes. May I always see what's true! All the gifts that I should prize. | ||
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