My Savior Redeems

Morning awoke me in a field of dreams. Sunshine sang, moistened leaves glistening. The coolest breeze tamed summer’s extremes. An imagined world in silence viewed listening. I scurried away to my quiet place. Beneath the trees, to seek the hand of God, There was no worry of time or space. He bequeathed faith upon His gospel sod. The earth breathed calmly in the silent still. Overwhelming trust embraced my essence. I thanked God for the spiritual thrill. Living each day, I love feeling His presence. Whether a field of dreams or sparkling moonbeams, My spirit gleams because my Savior redeems. © April 10, 2011 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen