Sunday, January 10, 2010

Ice Sculptures

I see a throne, and He who sits on it is white and majestic

Children climbing to get into his lap

Angels attending at His side

His arms open wide

Hands held high beside

There is such wonder in His sculptures

And the Water keeps coming

Yes the Water keeps coming

His rhythm still drumming

The rhythm still drumming

I see a throne, and He Who sits on it is pure

The cross for joy He did endure

So I could see Him in all of these things

And clap in joy and wonder

K, Duane Carter 1-10-09

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