WAS SEATED OUTSIDE
WAS SEATED OUTSIDE
Was seated outside;
By courtyard door,
And praying
Was I ever so sensitively,
Which is my usual way,
Of thanking the Lord
For what he has given me;
On a daily basis done,
Then I paused,
And he showed me,
To look on up
And explore,
The wonderous things of nature be,
Of clouds,
That dance and prance,
Or float by gently,
In colours of many hues,
Some dressed white,
Others in grey,
Reds at dawn and sunset spawned,
Or blacks at storm,
So, my Lord
I thank you!
For my lesson of today;
And to be ever grateful for,
Of all the things you have given me.
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