I give you this, one thought to keep.
I am with you still, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain
born of November’s misty morns.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush…
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
I am with you still,
in each new dawn.
~Edited Native American Prayer
Praise Him, sun and moon; praise Him, all you shining stars. ~Psalm 148:3 ✝
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