“We’re on the threshold of July;
When did June gets wings to fly!
Length to play,
But yet June choose to fly away.
Mr. June, your
Gone too soon.
Prepare the sky,
Here comes July!”
“The day is Yours, and Yours also the night;
You establish the sun and the moon.
It was You who set all the boundaries of the earth;
You made both the summer and the winter.”
Psalm 74:16-17 (NIV)
Photos captured at Cross and Crown Cowboy Camp for Children June 2017
Poem by denisebalog©2017