Mountains of change, attached valley cliffhanging honeysuckle, dew, dawn whispers, mist – to these I owe my
gratitude:
nothing competes with these things that change me,
these times of sweet surrender,
these times of blessed assurance
You are here,
foretaste of Your life, me an heir of salvation,
Me here not mere existence but weeping starlands… weeping meteors of Joy
Blessed assurance Father God You are mine, ours mine.
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