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The Master's Touch
It's in the beauty
around me
That I see You, Lord, each day...
The stately trees, fragrant blooms,
As I go along my way.
Your love is all around me,
The bright blue sky above,
The sun that shines upon me,
The call of the mourning dove.
No artist can do it justice
With the stroke of a paint-filled brush.
He could never capture it all,
The beauty of the Master's touch.
--Dona M. Maroney
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