The earth had just woken up.
She was as fresh as dew.
She washed herself in the yellow sun beams
And felt so bright and new.
The trees danced on playing rhythm
Along with the free flowing breeze
And the grasses joined in the chorus
Putting frogs and snails at ease
And the Lord was there, I felt Him.
Though I tried hard every night
To have a glimpse of Him to reach Him.
But I never got it right.
But this moment the Lord sat on that rock
And smiled over his immaculate creation
And that moment of watching Him was worship
And my memory’s most prized possession.
