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"It's amazing how You love me..."

I remember this one time... so long ago, when the rain
didn't threaten to fall as
always it does now.
I don't anticipate it stopping anytime very soon.
But such days like these
give me wonderful reason to reflect ... on that one time.
Remember?

"It's amazing how You care..."

We carried our plaid rolled
sleeping bags to the grassy mulled field where
the summer smelled like dry showers
and flowered winds. We made them into sqaures to quilt
the firefly's playground, and
our backs faced the patterns when we trusted our gaze
to the blue velvet sky above us, vast
and mighty-
to watch the free stars dance across
their boundless stage and be lost in the milky ribbon of light,
covering our spellbound eyes and whispering
a song we'd never heard before.

"It's amazing how You're always thinking of me, all the time and everywhere..."