Set your mind on things above, not on the things that are on earth. For you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God.


My Second Home

South Dakota Sunset by Badger Clark

A woman stood at her cottage door

And a traveler passed that way.

He was weary and dusty and tired of it all,

So he stopped, and she asked him to stay.

"Why do you choose this place to live?

This dusty, desolate spot

Where the sun beats down relentlessly

And the wind, when it blows, is so hot?

"The woman spoke, and her voice was low

And her eyes looked far away.

"Have you seen it when it's white with snow

On a crisp, bright winter's day?

Or when the trees are full of buds,

Or autumn leaves are falling?

These things we South Dakotans love,

For we hear our dear land calling."

Then she turned her eyes toward the west

Where a sunset swept the sky.

The traveler looked at the gloroius sight

And no longer wondered why.

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