I wonder that the flowers thrive
When planted in the sod,
And why the Father chose a cave
To house the Baby God.
I wonder that we can’t behold
The wind that blows the trees
And why we cannot glimpse our God,
The Power in every breeze.
I wonder at God’s mighty works,
His land and sky and sea
And marvel He has chosen me
To love eternally.
by Mary Gemma Brunke
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Another great poem! Wonderment is a very cool thing, especially over the manifold mystery and graces of God.
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