Rose Blossoms In The Wind
Stop, and Smell the Roses...
Saturday, July 18, 2015
Thanksgiving
Bringing in the harvest,
Sweet gathering of fields,
Bowing heads and saying grace
For all that Nature yields.
Voices lift to praise Him,
Our Father high above,
Grateful for His blessings,
Joyful for His love.
~ Bea Lotz
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