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As the soft new snow lies on the Appalachian mountains
and the sun breaks through the barren trees.
There is no place on Gods great earth
that I would rather be.
Sometimes things get so difficult
and make me want to go,
It's then I count up all my blessings
It's then I search my soul.
I think of all the beauty
I count up all the good,
I take away all the difficulty
and it comes out like it should.
This love of home is one thing
no man can take from me,
It's mine to keep forever
It's precious and it's free.
There are places I like to visit
and take a look around,
but home is where the heart is
and here my heart is found.
So as I look at the fresh new snow
and the sun shining through the trees,
Here is where I shall remain
until the last sun shines on me.
Written By: Terry A Mosley
Date: 2/15/2004
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