Walking in the early morning darkness, Mick and Rose, amid the trees that reach tall for bright stars...
The air is clean and brisk around me, just cold enough to wake me to the beauty...
How great Thou art, indeed...
The air is clean and brisk around me, just cold enough to wake me to the beauty...
How great Thou art, indeed...
Sunday morning being born, and I am privileged to be there.
