Topic: Down in th wood
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Tue 05/14/19 07:51 AM
Down in the wood there is a stream,
just larger than a brook,
That seems to hold all my answers,
as it travels to river.
I can hear it as I sleep;

Knowing that this is my place, knowing that this is my peace.

Always giving me clues,
so I find myself here again,
at this stream,
larger than a brook,
conversing with God who knows;

that this is my place, that this is my peace.

As I watch a pastel coloured maple leaf,
follow it’s path to river.
Never being taken under,
yet coming so close.
I can smell God’s breath here;

this is my place, this is my peace.

No man has ever been here,
but God and me.
this cold morning,
where I can see his whisper.
saying to me;

is my place, is my peace.

I have never taken anyone,
this secret place of mine.
Hidden past the rock by the pine,
where cold morning frost intertwines,
This morning I find you at;
my place, my peace