As I sit amidst my thoughts
In quiet repose,
Time, and all that seemed to matter,
Slips away.
The happiness I feel,
I think you’ll sense,
Is O, so wonderful
And O, so very real.
God and I are talking;
I know He hears my thoughts.
How else could my whole Being
Be so filled with love?
I know it’s true,
And you do too,
For this is what you’re seeing.
— Garry D. Kilbourn
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