This Lazy River Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

--THIS LAZY RIVER--

Here by this lazy River
Beneath the shadowed Tree,
The ripple of the Water
Plays music now for me.

I hear the frogs are croaking
Sounds of crickets in the brush,
Birds now nesting in the Trees
Nature's Music, What a Rush!

Here sitting on a jutted rock
Bare feet the dampness find,
With whispers of Your Goodness
Just running through my mind.

How near to God, I am, here
Each gentle breeze I feel
As, Father, You share with me
These things that are so real.

Here in this Haven, sheltered,
Each creature so unsure
But You have now refreshed me
And, for You, I will endure.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
By Ms. Caroline


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