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In quiet contemplation I sit beneath a canopy of silver leaves,
searching for a moment of tranquillity and peace.
 
Above me a myriad of precious jewels are ripening in the sun,
inviting me to stay and fix my silent gaze upon.
 
I close my eyes and speak to my creator through my prayers,
His holy presence capturing all worries, doubts and cares.
This Christmas, Lord,
Take a corner of my life
And steal in.....
Invade the busyness of my doing
With the quiet of your coming.
 
This Christmas, Lord,
Take a corner of my life
And steal in......
Illuminate the darkness of my thinking
With the brightness of your seeing.
 
This Christmas, Lord,
Take a corner of my heart
And steal in......
‘Put poppies on my grave’, he said,
my dearest, soldier boy.
‘For when I dream, I dream of you,
my bonnie girl, all dressed in red’.
Bluebell Woods
 
Come walk with me through bluebell woods,
and see the proof of God’s sweet love.
Long rays of sunlight trickling down,
among the trees in search of ground.
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