I    J O U R N E Y






It is in the valued way a bird tends to her nest,

That I journey.

It is in the cherished drop of rain to a flower petal,

That I walk this way.

It is in the blending of colored spinning wind mills,

Which proceed before me in light upon my path,

That directs each of my steps.


For it is in Godís creation

I see my way.

It is by His Hand upon all things,

I feel secure where I go.

It is by all that God has done,

That I know He will take care of me

Wherever I may travel.


Thank You Lord for rainbows and the birds which fill the sky.

For the waters and provisions they give.

Thank You for all of Your created things, Lord God,

For within them,

I journey with You.



I Journey by Ronhales                                                                                                                                                                     1 Thessalonians 4:17

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