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When burdens gathered in my soul,
And clouds refused to part,
God wrote His gentle answer
Across the canvas of my heart.

Not with thunder,
Nor with fire,
But with a bird
That chose to fly
Between the dangers
Reaching high.

Through rushing wheels
And roaring sound,
It danced where fear
Could have been found.

Then upward soared
With steady grace,
To find upon a waiting post
Its quiet resting place.

Above, the wires held others still,
While ships embraced the sea.
Creation sang a silent hymn
Only faith could truly see.

The hand that formed
The mountain's height,
Still guides each wing
In morning light.

The mind that taught
Man's hands to build,
Made roads and bridges,

Ships that sailed,
And every gift
His Spirit filled.

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