YOUR FATHER
You glance at the waters, while beholding the sea,
you long for that which is far beyond you and me.
Brooks and deep wells are established by His Hand,
so is your soul, which He restored and did mend.
He is your Father.......you cannot comprehend.
You look at the hills and wonder what is beyond.
Could it be a valley, some green pasture and a pond ?
You reflect on your past and now you understand,
at these mountains you see an outstretched hand.
It is your Father's.......from heaven sent.
You observe the sky and its ever moving clouds
they remind you of past days with its depressing bouts.
But one thing you can expect, and you know that for sure,
the sun will come shining through and its light will mature
because of your Father.......you can endure.
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© Trudy Veerman, 1998