His Promise
Promise
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Between the sea and the sky,
Above the mountains on high
Clouds fly, drawn by the sun,
Driven by the wind,
Surrounded by silence.
Hearken to His voice roar
In the quiet of the morn,
In the beauty of the skies above
And the splendour of the earth below,
His promise of peace…
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©Denise G Allen, 10 March 2013 08:33
Adeeyoyo's Blog 
10/03/2013 at 9:39 am
Oh for a Sunday Morning this is just beautiful… thank you..
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10/03/2013 at 3:13 pm
Thank you, BD. 🙂
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10/03/2013 at 1:19 pm
Sitting by my window this morning. The sky is still dark and rain is falling. Your poem is perfect for this moment. Thank You.
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10/03/2013 at 3:14 pm
Thank you for saying that, Jeannie. 🙂
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10/03/2013 at 2:27 pm
Lovely writing, Adee. I had to smile though, because underneath your promise poem was an ad promising 10 tips for a tiny belly. 😄
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10/03/2013 at 3:17 pm
Ugh, not nice,, AD. The flat belly ad is cropping up all over the place. They must have pots of money to pay for them. 😦 Pleased you like the poem though.
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10/03/2013 at 2:48 pm
ah it is a peace we can get no where else…even in the midst it is there…everything hearkening to his voice…
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10/03/2013 at 3:20 pm
‘Peace that passeth all understanding…’ Thanks for the spellcheck, Brian. 🙂
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10/03/2013 at 10:04 pm
There is peace in your writing this morning Denise.. Therefore there must be peace in your heart..Beautiful
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11/03/2013 at 5:30 am
Actually there is, Jake. I am learning to hand everything over to Him. Sometimes I forget though and need a reminder or two. 🙂
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11/03/2013 at 6:06 pm
Reminders come in many ways, sometimes they are barely noticable, and other times you feel it straight away.. Peace be with you always Denise.
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12/03/2013 at 6:04 am
Thank you for saying that, Jake, and peace to you too.
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