The Presence of the King

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The light fades beneath a mountain scene
Glancing off the sun kissed leaves
And the warmth of the fair eventide
Passes with the autumn breeze

A peace descends on my troubled soul
In the presence of the King
The glory of His creation
Fills my heart with glad singing

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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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