I Hear your Voice

August 14, 2013 at 5:35 am (christian Living, Christian poetry, poetry)
Tags: christian Living, christianity, commentary on the christian life, devotional, God poems, God's creation, nature, praise, Religion and Spirituality, thankfulness, Worship

I love the way the Lord paints the sky

Another beautiful sunset sky looking up my road

I love how wild flowers pop up all over the farm even in the grass

I have no idea what this plant is but it blooms all summer and it completely covers a small hill at the side of my house

It is such a joy to be able to walk out and see the horses enjoying the 5 acre field in the back of our farm

I love this picture, with the sunray it reminds me how the Lord is blessing our day

The Lord has given us a bumper crop of apples this summer

I know this picture is a little dark but is shows the towering pines that surround our house

Rascal one of our barn cats on the lookout

Sorry this picture is a little dark it was taken early evening and I love looking out over the fields and seeing the different shades of green and gold from the wheat field and the pinky tones in the sky. I am so aware of how beautiful the country side is and I am so thankful that the Lord has placed us here

I Hear Your Voice

I hear Your voice when the winds roar through the tall pines

You wink at me through twinkling stars in the night skies your majesty on display till the end of time

My mornings begin with muted tones of orange and pinks as You paint for me the sunrise

Each one unique and special my own secret find

As I let the dogs out the dew is heavy and I watch my water-loving Newfoundland rub against the bushes enjoying nature’s shower

Reminding me how You provide for all Your creation great or small we can see your power

Around this time You sing to me

Through all the birds that surround this place wild and free

The clock moves on and I head toward the barn and I can see You waving to me in the wild flowers that sway to and fro

Later as I walk the field with my goats I am reminded of what a Great Sheppard You are  as the breeze wafts by gentle and slow

When one is lost You always take stock

Nothing is more important to You than your sheep, your flock.

And with gentle care You guide them back with a loving hand

No matter where they have been or what they have done throughout the land

You love has always been unconditional You are always ready to forgive

And I rejoice that Your mercies are made new every morning like the air we need to live

While watching my horses run the meadow kicking up their heels is such a joyous sight

I am in awe of Your imagination to create the animals we enjoy, it’s just another display of Your power and might.

And as I look out across the fields and see the patchwork display of greens, browns yellow and gold

I see You again in the land you created to give us bounty that’s untold

But as it is said in your word that If I or man ever failed to praise Your name

The very rocks would cry out to the heavens and praise You just the same

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