Field of Vision
Field of Vision
I have never seen an Angel,
They are not for me to see.
But I know a Heavenly sentry,
Is watching over me.
I have never met the Devil-
But some nights upon my Bed;
That sneaky Ugly rascal,
Dances wildly in my head,
In nighttime's lonely hours,
When all good children sleep.
Memories crowd around me;
and sad dark shadows creep.
I cannot see the future;
As through darkness I must trod.
But I trust my destination;
Is in the hands of God.
I have never seen my Savior;
walking on some quiet beach.
But I've found his sweet provision;
Always there within my reach.
Copyright © Wanda Daugherty | Year Posted 2019
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