by Marijo Phelps
3/14/2009 / Poetry
Cool fields on a summer day,
Crystal lake with wooded bay,
Solitude with beauty blessed,
That's my idea of wilderness.
Wilderness is alone, yet filled
Colored by paints that Jesus spilled;
Cool greens, mossy browns,sparkling blues,
Artfully combined, make spectacular views.
Cares and worries go away for the day,
With solitude and quiet, let come what may.
Why must the world rush on and on
When it could be resting in His peaceful calm?
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Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news
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