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Praise God on High

Praise God on High
He sits there and knows why
The reason for each housefly
From fungi to the pie
Even those far and nearby

Praise God on High
The Owner of the Sky
The sweetness of July
The secrets of my Sigh

He knows them all
He sees my fall
With love install
I hear no yawl.

He is what nature's sprawl
The snowfall, the menthol, the cat call.
My faults he does not recall
Everything in Him is so beautiful.

Praise! Praise God on High
For He has the Perfect Eye.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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