In Gods garden,
We live in the wilderness of the Lords creation.
I gaze upon all that he made for me.
I am awed by the heavens above,
Each pinhole in the night.
Frozen by the silent flight of an owl,
Every hand crafted feather that he created.
Trees singing in the wind,
Muddy soil between my toes,
Of them all, it’s the river that draws me nearest my Lord,
Cleansing waters of my salvation.
copyright Nathan McLeod 2015
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