Poetry

WHEN GOD MOVE BUMSTICKER

PLACE FOR REST

Under the apple tree with the wind blowing by…

Under the apple tree beneath God’s blue sky.

Under the apple tree with the sun peeking through.

Under the apple tree just Him and you.

Under the apple tree, when He tells you that He loves you.

Under the apple tree, when His peace surrounds you.

Under the apple tree, when His grace covers you.

Under the apple tree, when your cares fade away.

Under the apple tree is when you know God is real.

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