In open fields of wild flowers she breathes the air flies away. She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses in no simple language. Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all. He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens. As close as a heartbeat or a song on her lips. Someday she'll trust him and learn how to see him. Someday he'll call her and she will come running, fall in his arms, the tears will fall down and she'll pray "I want to fall in love with you". Jars of Clay

Saturday, February 26, 2005

The West Wind


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According to our trip guide Greg, there has been much dispute over whether or not this spot on the lake was Thomson's inspiration for his painting "The West Wind".

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