Contemplation

Praying on a hill

I sat and gazed with wonder
At a world that's always been
The river's flow, the trees they grow
The richest shades of green

The ripple of the water
The bleating of a lamb
It makes me sit and ponder
Just who I really am

The palm, the birch, the willow tree
All stand there in their place
But mankind keeps on moving
Is that the human race?

The clouds they move asunder
The birds begin to sing
Then I remember who I am
A boy who serves My King

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