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8: Father, Son and Spirit

  • Philippa Hays
  • Apr 25, 2020
  • 1 min read


You smile, and dawn breaks


You imagine and a glorious sunset emerges from the shadows


You speak and things are created in power as lightning streaks across the sky


You laugh and your created respond with praise and delight, as in birdsong.


You whisper and things are changed, as in airborne seeds on a gentle breeze.

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