Where is My Lord

Where is My Lord

In the verdant pastures green

By a lake so serene

Under the pale blue sky

A pillowy cloud gently floats by

In the crispness of the fall

With autumn leaves off of trees so tall

Under a grey blue ceiling

Soon time for harvesting

In winter’s cold grip

Snow a flying too slick for a trip

Huddled next to a fire bright

The warmth the cracking firelight

In the coolness of the spring

Mountain meadows begin to sing

Streams gurgling with melted icy blue water

New babies new life oh how God does matter

For none of this without His okay

Not a star or fish or a scream of hooray

Time now to recollect prepare

We know not when He will appear

This season Advent is a spiritual reminder

To love the Lord and your neighbor

Just as Jesus fed five thousand

So we should start by making one amend

Amen

JFFIII 12/4/24