Peace

The first ray of sunlight Is just peeking through— No breeze is yet stirring, The day is so new; The birds are beginning Their daily refrain; The dew cloaks the grasses; I stroll down the lane. I muse on the wonder Of all God has made; The sounds, scents and movement This moment displayed. Each creature, each action Is part of a whole; A balanced creation— It’s in God’s control. The cares of my life Seem to vanish away. If God clothes the grass May I worry today? God...