The White, again. God brings it down and lays it on the ground and there is no sound.
Cleans us up, and He knows I’m parched, at times. He knows we are parched, at times. He knows the ground drinks it up, with great thanks.
Its a different kind of worship, to consider the Source, and give thanks to the Source, for the White.
I’m ready for Spring, but I need to be ready to be thankful for what He has for me …
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