On their appointed day, the dogwoods were blooming and gently waving their arms hello
The brooks were babbling and the waves were thundering and each was singing its own song of praise to the Creator of it all.
From the tiniest creature to the greatest...each bore the stamp of His Majesty, the glorious Maker's mark
If you look with careful eyes, you can see it still
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