Finding God

Finding God A moment I rest from my toil dirty hands from earthly soil A thought still screams at me did God make the beauty I see Rows of sweet corn all gleaming beside a brook coolly streaming Peach orchard on that green hill this is a God given joyous thrill I have had this thought before agonizing pain deep in my core Where is HE that never finds me so far away hiding behind a tree A voice whispers so glad you ask have been waiting to do this task Bend ye down to just silently pray glory, I have found you on this day 08/06/2014