Tree
God makes a tree
and then lets me
Sit underneath
its canopy
Why build a church
when God is free
Sing praise to He
who makes a tree.
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God makes a tree
and then lets me
Sit underneath
its canopy
Why build a church
when God is free
Sing praise to He
who makes a tree.
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Douglas MacGowan
Tue 4th Dec 2018 17:11
A good poem of the "God is right in front of you if you take the time to stop and look" variety.