There is a place of calm,
for all of us to find . . .
a place to just let go
and find peace of mind.
Mine is in God’s garden,
amongst His Word I do reap
promises of green pastures
the gathering of His sheep.
Strolling along the path,
I bow down to smell a rose
the scent of His undying love
in my heart forever grows.
As I walk the narrow way,
I stop to pick a verse . . .
I’m in awe by His goodness
in His grace I’m immersed.
I stop and sit upon the bench,
under the arbor of my soul
I rest in the knowledge . . .
God is always in control!
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“Thy word is very pure:
therefore thy servant loveth it.”
King James Version
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Deborah Ann Belka
