Poetry

Still Waters

A gentle breeze

Your whisper in the wind

The stream alongside

Drawing me in

A safe haven of joy

A meadow of peace

Birds chirping above

All struggles have ceased

Psalm 23:2-3

He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.

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