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February 24, 1995
A silvery sheet of whispery mist
Has settled silently -
Just slightly above the trees.
A quilt of chill
Has chased away the warmth of the day,
And placed its mantle of gray
Upon my world,
With seemingly gentle ease.
And yet the light,
And delightful warmth within my soul,
Still sweetly keeps me in God's perfect peace.
And though the woes
Of nature's varied whims,
unwillingly attack that peace within,
There comes from Him,
A joy and consolation,
I know shall never cease.
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