And unto rugged road I walked
In search where God could be, I got tired
I stopped, by roadside I sat on a rock
By the roadside I gathered my notion
The rock and the trees were with me
They were great companions to reckon
Hope in their silence they understand me
As in that silent moment I talked to God
That Sunday morning under the tree, I pray
Even if I wasn't in a church, and it's bizarre
I believed God heard me. As the Psalm implies
'You know when I sit and when I rise; '
'You perceive my thoughts from afar.'
****Psalm 139: 2
Ency Bearis
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