Clap Your Hands
I love the scripture below. At this time of year with the trees all scarlet, burnished copper, cinnamon and orange, rustling in the late year winds, I can hear the applause. I sense that all nature is bowing down before our awesome, bountiful God.
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.
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