At Rest

At Rest
I love what You’ve made
every creature I see
the tan, furry face
the content, buzzing bee
the flowers that open
on the branch of a tree
and the doves that dive low
overhead, over me
"He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle." – Isaiah 42:3
At Rest
I love what You’ve made
every creature I see
the tan, furry face
the content, buzzing bee
the flowers that open
on the branch of a tree
and the doves that dive low
overhead, over me