I get so busy, quite wrapped up,
In all the things I do,That sometimes I forget to stop
And look around for you.
You’re in the ruffle of the breeze,
The peace within this place,
And even in my reflection
Upon the pond’s still face.
You’re always right in front of me
Though often I don’t see,
Because I look right past you, Lord,
As you watch over me.
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