Sunday Poem | His Presence

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His presence

I may never live to see
my life completely trouble free,
or walk a straight and narrow road,
and carry “not a heavy” load.

I’ll never see around a bend,
or riches at the rainbow’s end,
but I can walk with head held high,
and notice soft clouds drifting by.

Feel the sunshine’s warm embrace,
the gentle breeze upon my face.
I can hear a bird’s sweet song
beside each road I walk along.

These things I feel, and hear, and see =-
more clearly when God walks with me,
for just “His Presence” seems to bring
about the best in everything.

by Doris A. Orth

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