You, dear God, the great, I AM
Here I am, camera in hand
Amazing and true how You accept
All the ways I worship You
In word, and thought, and shutter’s click
Music blaring on the beach road beats
Filling the air with the Son of a preacher man
Do they know Your golden sun
Or the promise that’s to come
So grateful that your presence louder speaks
For this moment to retreat
D Birdsell
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