A Sunday Walk
On Sunday we walked upon the fells
Down in the valley they rang church bells,
Calling forth the flock to pray
And cheering us on our way.
We may not be sat on pews,
But look upon God given views.
A pastor's sermon we may miss
But know the lord created this.
How otherwise could there be,
These mountains, of such majesty.
Before this glory, here we stand
Created surely, by his hand.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2016
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