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!
Friday, January 30, 2026
Awed And Blessed
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