Creation speaks.

The mountains declare I was made with a majestic flair to make men think of the mighty one all the way up there. The hills reply the hands that shaped me were done with gentle care to remind mothers of love that ought be there. The trees proudly boast our benifit to all is beyond compare. The flowers giggle our colors are happy and happiness we share with all even the down hearted. The fields whisper our beauty is simple as the children run and play in us and learn to share their joy. The grass states we carpet the earth its such a beautiful place yet look up above to to the heavens and their brillance and remember hes the only one Sovereign Lord Jehovah who gave you your glory.

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