Poetry

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How grand it is to hug a tree,did not GOD,make all of them we see,some are slender,some are wide,and
some so large we could live inside,or climb and
rest on a very strong bough,i do often wonder at
some trees majestic splendour so many ways they
serve all man,what about their differing woods,
lovely furniture made so good,take for granted what i've been given,must speak GOD'S TRUTH,while
among the living,all do grow to brieftly say,they
are the oldest living things today,timber roofs;
and many,many other goods,most important'ly
of all did not OUR LORD AND SAVIOR,die on a cross
of wood,to save our soul,who else can give us what
is food,only GOD WHO IS SO VERY,VERY GOOD.
Joe.

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