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| WINDOW OF BEAUTY YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU WILL FIND AROUND THIS RUSTIC HOUSE OF MINE. THE WINDOWS ARE OBSCURE AND SMALL HUNG WITH PLAIN SHEARS, NO LACE AT ALL. SOME SAY IT IS UNIQUE, OTHERS SAY IT'S AN ANTIQUE. NO MATTER WHAT THE AGE OR STYLE IT'S STILL MY HOME, IT MAKES ME SMILE. THE WONDERS OF ALL NATURE ABOUND PEERING OUT THE WINDOW, I HEAR SOUNDS, OF WHAT IS TO BE REVEALED JUST BEYOND THE WINDOW SILL. A WINDOW POT OF FLOWERS QUITE WILTED AFTER THE CHILLED NIGHT AIR IS LIFTED. THE DAYS ARE STILL WARM WITH FILTERED SUN, YET, NIGHT FALL BRINGS COLD BREEZES TO SOME. MY HOME IS NESTLED IN PINES UPON A HILL AND OUT BACK, THEY RISE EVEN HIGHER STILL. THE MORNINGS ARE FILLED WITH SINGING BIRDS WITH THE SWEETEST SONGS YOU'VE EVER HEARD. ATOP THE MOUNTAIN PEAK IN THE DISTANCE ARE SIGNS OF SNOW AND THE IMPENDING WINTER IT'S A SPECIAL TIME HERE IN THE VALLEY BELOW MY FEATHERED FRIENDS ARE PREPARING TO GO. THEY WILL FIND A HOME IN A WARMER PLACE. IT'S AMAZING TO WATCH, AS THEY SOAR AWAY. WHEN WINTER'S CHILL IS OVER AND THE SNOW ENDS, THEY WILL COME BACK TO MY WINDOW AGAIN. MY OBSCURE LITTLE WINDOW FRAMED IN SHEARS, I PULL BACK THE PANE, NEW BLOOMS APPEAR. REFRESHED AGAIN AND STANDING ON THEIR OWN, AND THE BIRDS ARE RETURNING TO MY MOUNTAIN HOME. GOD IN HIS GOODNESS, GAVE ME THIS SPACE TO FURNISH AND CARE FOR AND LIVE IN THIS PLACE. I THANK HIM EVERYDAY FOR THE NATURE AROUND. WHERE I WILL REMAIN TILL THE TRUMPET SOUNDS. WRITTEN BY SHIRLEY BARR OCTOBER 1, 2004 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2 CORINTHIANS 5: 1 - 2 FOR WE KNOW THAT IF OUR EARTHLY HOUSE OF THIS TABERNACLE WERE DISSOLVED, WE HAVE A BUILDING OF GOD, AN HOUSE NOT MADE WITH HANDS, ETERNAL IN THE HEAVENS. FOR IN THIS WE GROAN, EARNESTLY DESIRING TO BE CLOTHED UPON WITH OUR HOUSE WHICH IS FROM HEAVEN. |
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