He stood there in the quiet pond,
Not seeing his own face,
Seeking instead his morning meal,
Depending on Your grace.
I saw reflected there.
He was hunting for His meal,
And I, for peace to spare.
And lived at such a pace,
That no matter how fast I ran,
I knew I’d lose the race.
But held on to the fear
That I would let everyone down
Whom I hold to be dear.
My list of things to do,
And that had lead me to forget
To just listen to You.
Reflected in the light,
I heard Your voice and felt Your peace
And knew I’d be alright.
I don’t always hear You,
But I will always stop in awe
At such a stunning view.
And loving me enough
To remind me that I am blessed
Even when life seems rough.
Blessed are the people to whom such blessings fall!
Blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!

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