Friday, August 19, 2011

Strolling Along

 Today as I walked the dog,
 Or you might say,
 The dog walked me.
 The fog was just being burnt away,
 By a beautiful golden sun,
 O what a beautiful day.
 We strolled along,
 Not moving very fast,
 As I glanced toward the ditch,
 I spied a dead sparrow,
 Lying in the grass.
 My mind remembered,
 That great hymn,
 His eye is on the sparrow,
 And I know He is watching me.

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