In Psalms 121, I Find My Trust
In Psalms 121, I find my trust In the Lord, my help, my must I look to the mountains high
In Psalms 121, I find my trust In the Lord, my help, my must I look to the mountains high
Jesus, I feel your presence Watching over me each day Your love surrounds me always Guiding me in every way
As the sun dipped low, a Grackle did show On a wall he did perch, seeds in tow His feathers
I am grateful, Jesus,For the lovely Mourning Doves That visit my backyard Their soft cooing and elegant flight Always bring
The far out White-crowned Sparrow, so bright Perched on a wall, a stunning sight Its chirping, vibrant and groovy Adds
The groovy hummingbird, perched on a branch Enjoying the warm sun, in a joyful trance Its feathers shimmered, in colors
A baby pigeon in my backyard Perched on a wall, so small and sweet Fluffy feathers, curious eyes Adorable and
On a lovely afternoon, a delightful squirrel perched on a rock begins to forage for food. As he scans his
Jesus, I wholeheartedly commitTo following the path you’ve laidI trust in your guidance, never quitConfident you’ll never fadeBy my side,
Every day, a Curve-billed Thrasher Visits my yard with a chirp and a hop Enjoying seeds and peanuts I leave