Saturday, August 3, 2013
Some day I’ll find a tiny glen
Lost in the forest, I don’t know when
A whispering breeze will call me there
A new life I’ll find and dwell in there.
Birds of the forest need have no fear
A child of Creator I am quiet here
The soft toned bird calls, not calling me
I and my Saviour are just here to see.
‘See what I made?’ Your Spirit asks.
‘What things can we tackle? You need not ask
Wait for My plans to lay the ground
Love, Joy, and Peace you’ve already found.’
See My dear creatures move round the bush
Hunting and eating, they’re not in a rush
Their tiny heart knows that they’re in My care
Days come and go and you are all in My care’.
W.B. August 2013.