Thursday, February 6, 2014

In Sweet Praise

Warmth envelops me while the wind shifts piles of fluffy white outside my window.

A furry little gray catches my eye. The search for sustenance. Nuts found in hiding places.
He needs it like I do. He too has to search. Dig it out.

Life is the reward!

"Here might I stay and sing of Him my soul adores 
Never was love, dear King, never was grief like Yours 
This is my friend in whose sweet praise, 
This is my friend in whose sweet praise, 
I, all my days would gladly spend."




 

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