Worship

Worship

Today I went to worship,

on the old woods road,

and to enjoy His creation,

it’s beauty to behold.

As I drove slowly,

on my old A.T.V.,

what wonders of beauty,

my wandering eyes did see.

The evergreens,

their forty shades of green,

the black birds and lady slippers,

beside that old beaver pond,

made my eyes wander,

to the hills and beyond.

Then my mind thought,

of the words,

in Psalms 121;

Look unto the hills,

where thy help comes from.

– Winston Staples –