Sitting at the edge of the river
The sun slowly touches ground,
Looking at the beautiful colors
Feeling His presence all around.

I think about all of the beauty
That God has blessed us with,
As I watch the squirrel scamper
To the Oak where he must live.

His awesome love has no limit
He cares for all the living things,
Just as the Robin finds her nest
A sweet song she begins to sing.

The wind carries off my worries
And I can smell the scent of pine,
Yes my Lord is right here with me
And I’m forever His and He is mine…

© Jeffrey Paul Guest
July 27, 2006