-A CHILD OF GOD-
I lay on my back, in the
fresh cool grass.
The smell, so clean, as Spring
touches me to my very soul.
The soft white clouds float effortlessly
across the azure sky.
Overhead,
meadowlarks trill their bright and cheerful song.
The leaves on the trees rustle as the breeze
kisses their branches, ever so gently.
The babbling stream hurries along to places unknown-
the sound like the tinkling of tiny bells upon my ear.
Here, in this magnificent splendor,
I make my peace with God.
His infinient grace envelopes me and
replenishes my soul.
Here I know my Heavenly Father.
I bask in His Wonderous Glory.
Here I Know-That I
am a Child of God! ! ! ! ! !
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 5-09-1976
Carolyn Ford Witt
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