I woke up to a cold and foggy Sunday morning. Just before the sunrise, I went outside and stood by the small lake gazing at the ducks swimming to and fro the waters.
Thank you, Lord, for a beautiful morning.
In the stillness of the morning,
Far away from all the noise
I feel the peace enfold me,
As I listen for His voice
It flows down from the mountain
And across the crystal lake
It understands no barrier
As my tension it seeks to take
It steals me from my anger
And puts my mind at ease
And I'm aware of nothing except
This still, small, quiet peace
It moves me beyond the words
I watch flow from my pen
And I feel a certain gratitude;
This peace is my best friend.