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Here's another poem from my notebook...

I've got a plan

     a clever trick

          to get a stone to talk.

We'll gather round

     a pile of rocks

          no one will speak or squawk.

Jesus said

     that this would work

          just before He died.

I can't say

     that I've seen it

          even though I've tried.

What you do 

     is not praise God

          don't give Him what He's due.

Then stones and rocks

     will all cry out

          declaring what is true.

The reason that

     it's never worked

          is that I can't be still.

I see the stones,

     the grass, the trees

          rising up the hills

And there I see

     my Savior, God,

          Creator, Kind, and Friend

Then praises rise

     in my stoney heart.

          His praise is without end.