The
sun beat down upon the pond,
The
water, still and warm,
Gave
little haven from the heat,
Which
rose beyond the norm.
Yet,
at the edge of the small pond,
Beneath
a single tree,
There
was a shady hide away,
Where
they played happily.
The
summer heat was everywhere,
But
they played with delight.
I
felt my heart leap up with joy
At
such a precious sight.
It
brought to mind the gift of grace
That
You have given me,
My
own small haven in this world
Where
I live joyfully.
This
world will offer those hot days,
When
we all need some shade,
And
I will always be grateful
For
this haven You’ve made.
Isaiah
49:10
they
shall not hunger or thirst, neither scorching wind nor sun shall strike them,
for he who has pity on them will lead them, and by springs of water will guide
them.
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