As I gaze into the heavens
And the endless miles
Of perfect blue canopy
Untouched by human hands
And warmed by the smiles
Of sunshine’s company
I realize like never before
The ground where-on I stand
Must be the glorious threshold
That leads to Heavens door
But try as hard as I can
Its entrance I cannot behold
Janet Martin All rights reserved 2009
The heavens declare the glory of God.
The skies proclaim the work of His hands. Ps.19:1
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