A Country Walk

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A COUNTRY WALK

I call Patch; he wags his tail
My hands and face he licks
His thoughts are of the scented trail
And chasing after sticks
He scampers excitedly by my side
As beside the thorn hedged row
I walk along with measured stride
Watched by the circling crow

The country walk through meadow grass
By rippling babbling brook
A flash of colour as butterflies pass
And cows lift heads and look
With soft brown eyes they gently gaze
At passing man and dog
And then go back the grass to graze
As Patch jumps fallen log

Heat of sun; the gentle breeze
Plays softly on my face
And cooling shade; beneath shadowing trees
Is welcome resting place
A cushioned bed on mossy bank
My tired body rest
And here take time my Lord to thank
The way that He has blest

With health and strength and eyes to see
The beauty that surrounds
And ears to hear the buzzing bee
And bird song that abounds
All nature there it speaks to me
It reminds me of His Book
His Word is there in all I see
And everywhere I look

He owns cattle beyond tally
He sees a sparrow fall
The Lily of the Valley
Nature helps me recall
On that hillside steep
He hung upon a tree
The Shepherd of the sheep
And there He died for me

He ascended through clouds above
That adorn the sunlit sky
I consider to me His love
As on mossy bank I lie
On country walk you will learn
If you have an open mind
The truth of God on every turn
His glory in nature you will find

Colin Moffett