Walking With A Purpose |
by Ursula Thomas |
I know you are here, I can feel your presence. Dew drops are touching my face. Fresh rain scents fill my nostrils. Wildlife sounds direct me to where you are. Beauty surrounds me on all sides. I must stop and reflect. Reflection shows me I have no perfection. I yearn for your protection. Daily you show me your affection. I remember your promise. No weapon formed shall prosper. It is then that I can look up and know your grace and mercy. You are my Father. |