In daily grind sometimes I find an urge to steal away,
to some lone spot, a peaceful lot, when I am in dismay.
So off I trot to that quiet spot, a forest stream or creek,
where nature dines and beauty shines are company I seek!
Where wild life croons their gleeful tunes in their own paradise...
God's scheme of things which clearly brings the wonders He applies.
Now resting here I sense Him near, His presence fills the air;
He's in the trees, He's in the leaves, the stream, He's everywhere!
From mid the creek I hear Him speak in voice of rippling waves;
He's there in sight as geese take flight, a scene my memory saves.
While here I gaze through evening's haze in show of sunset's glow.
I see the leaves from trees fall free and drift on with the flow.
I see God's plan in thoughts I scan that man is like those leaves;
Who lives and dies before God's eyes in life that God so weaves,
then on some river just drift forever in beauty of nature's realm;
Where one can say "No more dismay" with God there at the helm!
William E. Hardison
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