The warm breeze drifts on by
We steal a few hours away in His word
There are dishes to be done, buffets for the evening to prepare, and tea to brew
But for a few short hours, we rest
Rest in His love
Rest in His mercies
Bask in the sun, the breeze and a Book
To stand in awe of Him
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