Not even sure how I feel about any of these right now:
Spruce Mountain
Spruce Mountain,
Pride of the West Virginia
Ridges of the Alleghenies,
Under clear blue skies,
Childlike and innocent
Elevates towards the heavens.
Knob’s whale-backed ridges,
North to south,
Only sixteen miles
Bring me home to West Virginia.
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Vows
Jesus vows to love His people for eternity.
We should praise Him,
A beacon to the hopeless.
He is my rock!
Zealously I serve You,
And I wonder why,
When I vow to honor Thee
Sin creeps back to me.
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Woodall Mountain
Way down in Mississippi
Over by that muddy river
On top of the hill we snuggled.
Doubting the title ‘mountain.’
At 806 feet
Little Woodall,
Like a beacon called us.
Made six feet taller,
Our seat on Jeep roof,
Under the stars,
Nearer the ghosts of that war,
Than to the modern world,
Aims at a long love.
In the Mississippi night,
No one loves Woodall like I love you.
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