Fog drapes the land, a blanket moist
obscuring all we see...
We must slow down to safely move
through such obscurity...
It holds on close, it's dampness near,
It isolates the people...
But fog will clarify our thoughts,
In air that's thick with water.
We cannot move, we cannot see,
But we think thoughts that matter!
Psalm 145:5
I will meditate on your majestic, glorious splendorand your wonderful miracles.
blessings,
Rob Smith
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