My
Own Backyard
Dear Lord,
when things get hectic
And living
seems so hard,
I just go
out and sit awhile,
Within my
own backyard.
For there
it's quiet and peaceful,
Beneath the
shady trees,
And sunlight
through the branches,
Accompanies
ever breeze.
There are
a dozen shades of green,
Designed
to please the eye,
Chubby squirrels
and humming birds,
... A golden
butterfly.
The honeysuckle's
perfume,
permeates
the air,
And though
I do not see Him,
I know that
God is here.
The sky so
high above my head,
Is an electric
blue,
And there
are lazy cotton clouds,
With nothing
else to do,
But sail
across the heavens,
And yet I
know that I
Was given
hope whose sturdy wings
were also
meant to fly,
This old
world we inhabit,
is much the
worse for wear,
Beauty fades
so quickly,
And hearts
forget to care.
But somehow
I've discovered,
Within my
own backyard,
A peaceful
sanctuary
... In which
I find the Lord.
Author
Grace E Easley
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