three days
oh beautiful
golden grain
against
spacious blue skies
dusty purple mountains
rising
above the trees
red clay rock
sand
shining seas
desert
forest
island and bay
His life shed for thee
to give His world
Grace
A LITTLE SOMETHIN'
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 
His world? He gives us grace, but I’m sure this is a far cry from his world. This is not the Eden He made for us. And we do not treat it as if it was. Sorry Davis, I’m cranky today. Safe traveling.
Lovely.
Love to you.