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The trees still rest, the winds still flow
We strive to do our best, still there's room to grow
No more or less, only striving, learning and improving our abilities
Praying thoughtfully, writing purposely, learning we still are
Growing with God
The Abba of us all
Being wise within his word
Being filled with joy
From above
Can't forget the importance of unconditional love
Still learning we are
Observing
Seeking to be fruitful
The labors are bringing gardens
Galore
My Lord
The beauty we get to see
How encouraging to know it's not fleeting