Janet Mary Zylstra
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There's a nightingale singing from a tree in the woods
And his voice slices through the chilly air;
The silver coated fox stops and listens to the song
As she pokes her pretty nose out of her lair.
Heaven is adorned with a thousand snowflake stars;
Not a cloud mars the deep and limpid sky.
The silver coated fox slips away on silent paws
And the shadow of the moon is in her eye.
Like a silver coated arrow she shoots across the fields
As the nightingale sobs his lonely tale,
And his silver noted voice drifts across the sleeping woods
To be heard by his...
I feel God's hug in the warm water of my daily bath,
My favourite jersey
And the snuggling comfort of blankets.
I feel God's hug in the warm summer breeze
The swirls around me,
And His caress is in the fresh spring rain.
I feel God's hug when I cuddle a Teddy-bear;
His Friendship warms me with the companionship of friends;
His embrace touches me with the spontaniety of a child