August Morning

Written by: William Kershaw

I lay down on the virgin grass,
And stared up at the sky.
While shaded by a friendly tree,
I watched the clouds sail by.

I tried to find my battered soul,
And feared that I had lost it,
Remembering my evil deeds,
Each which might have cost it.

But then I found a place of peace,
And felt forgiveness given
And heard the Master call my name,
And saw the streets of heaven.

It was then I humbly stood
Unbound by human fears,
I felt the Savior hov'ring close,
My bowed face streaked with tears

No worries now bedevil me,
I know my task's undone.
My heart is full of  filial love.
I am my Father's son.