He
settled on the old dock post,
The
sunlight on his wings,
And
rested in the growing peace
That
evening often brings.
I
watched him where he sat awhile
As
the sun settled low,
And
wondered what he understood
That
I don’t seem to know.
He
seemed at peace with this old world,
Though
life was not easy.
It
didn’t seem to weigh on him
As
it has weighed on me.
It
was as if, by mere instinct,
He
understood clearly,
God’s
plan for us and for our lives,
And
how they ought to be.
There’s
not enough room in my life
For
peace and worry’s gloom.
I
need to give worry to God,
That His peace has more room
Matthew
6: 26-27
Look
at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and
yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And
which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?
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