The Blessing

God blessed the mountains, the rivers, the future, the small children and the house on the hill. The sun was setting and the night was still. God walked out of the woods, blessing a house on the hill, where the father carried the burdens of hard labor with pride. Small children to care for, with years he got tired. Yet he was always there for someone in need Strong like a rock in times of defeat. A defense in all trials God tends to time. He loves all the world’s children He loves yours and loves mine.