Finding God
Finding God
A moment I rest from my toil
dirty hands from earthly soil
A thought still screams at me
did God make the beauty I see
Rows of sweet corn all gleaming
beside a brook coolly streaming
Peach orchard on that green hill
this is a God given joyous thrill
I have had this thought before
agonizing pain deep in my core
Where is HE that never finds me
so far away hiding behind a tree
A voice whispers so glad you ask
have been waiting to do this task
Bend ye down to just silently pray
glory, I have found you on this day
08/06/2014
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