These are my ponderings on a moonlit evening
These are my wanderings in the day
These are my romps in an pine-wood forest
These are my swims in the bay
This is my field in which I sow the Word
This is my upturned face
This is a river both hot and cold
This is a sinner bathed in Grace
This is where in Him I stand
This is where I hide
Here I cry in love and longing-
Here is my salt-rain tide
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