Three cups of coffee and a boring cereal I choose
The early morning tasks are hard I find
The private trails beckon leaving civilization behind.
The gate cannot fast enough open wide
As into the woods and trails I slide,
Leaving clothes, keys, and cares in a pile,
Needing to wander, walk, and talk to God a while.
Carrying lust and shame and sin and need
In his natural world on His love to feed,
With prayer and steps and a little time
The world seems brighter and the sun does shine.
The cleansing walk in the woods has the desired effect
An hour or so of wind, sun and warmth on my body and neck
I am now loving and feeling in God’s sanctuary
So all life’s burdens my soul can carry!
Written by Tom
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