[freema]

And don't you just do the neatest things with words! You've made me pull another memory up from storage in the basement : ) Walking thru the woods on a snowy afternoon on the cliffs of a lake, coming across the frozen splashes of water that were suspended in time the instant they hit the air-a little surprise in the magnificent beauty that only God's hand can create.

[NicknamedBob]

In Part

Whose woods these are, I think I know,
He does not live in houses, though,
His is the realm above the skies,
A home which dwarfs the world in size.

I take a moment from my rounds,
To pause amidst these sheltered grounds,
And look up to the source of all,
To speak my thanks with yelping call.

His is a gaze so sharp and keen,
He’ll see right through these flakes so clean,
A thought from Him for those below,
Who watch His woods fill up with snow.

This is my blessing, I and mine,
To share in something quite divine,
I do my part in His great plan,
Another part belongs to Man.

NicknamedBob . . . . . December 25, 2004

In Part

Whose woods these are, I think I know,
He does not live in houses, though,
His is the realm above the skies,
A home which dwarfs the world in size.

I take a moment from my rounds,
To pause amidst these sheltered grounds,
And look up to the source of all,
To speak my thanks with yelping call.

His is a gaze so sharp and keen,
He’ll see right through these flakes so clean,
A thought from Him for those below,
Who watch His woods fill up with snow.

This is my blessing, I and mine,
To share in something quite divine,
I do my part in His great plan,
Another part belongs to Man.

NicknamedBob . . . . . December 25, 2004