Thursday, March 15, 2018

The Pond By The Wood



I hiked to the pond early Friday morn,
through mist and fallen woods forlorn,
where the winter had torn limbs here and there,
and a gloom hung in the air.

I stood on the bank by the meadow bleak,
cast down and burdened and all weak,
for what have I done to deserve such love
from Christ, God’s Son above?

Then there on the water, the sun came shining!
His love for me removed my pining.
Gladness was pledged as the sky turned blue
and continuing hope in all things new!

What grace shines upon the pond by the wood!
What joy and boundless love understood!
For I know that He loves me with all of His heart
and never from me will it depart!

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