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What a beautiful home
God has for us
where birds find nooks
and crannies and
sparrows and swallows
make their nests.
They lay their eggs
and raise their young
And sing songs in the
places where we worship.

Those in whom He lives
are blessed
whose lives become the
roads He travels.

These paths that wind
through lonesome valleys
discover cool spring waters
and come up to brooks-
God-traveled roads
that turn about the mountain
and at last view: God Himself.