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Creator God, on windswept beaches your saints of old held their hands up to you in wonder and amazement, felt your power through the roar of wind and surf and, exposed to the elements felt a oneness with the One who had created all things. This world does not often allow us such intimacy with you, Father, we are crowded out by circumstances of our own choosing, seeking fellowship with each other rather than with you. Forgive our unwillingness to follow in the footsteps of your saints, to meet you in the solitude of your creation. Forgive our unwillingness to get our feet wet © John Birch - facebook/faithandworship
Posted on: Wed, 09 Oct 2013 08:26:43 +0000

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