God Offers
Walking up a mountain,
And away from the city;
Where all the pollution,
Makes it look so gritty.
A freshness in the air,
As a breeze blows by;
A view that is so rare,
That causes me to sigh.
A bird flying overhead,
Way up afar on a limb;
Her babies must be fed,
With hunger on a whim.
A squirrel gathers food,
Scampers on the ground;
For nuts are to be valued,
When snow lies around.
The creatures do not thirst,
Or starve for as they need;
For God is providing first,
Their means for to succeed.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer
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