The Savior
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Thoughtfully I gaze
Far beyond the sun’s glaze
I wonder what behind there lay
Or even how it knew the way
That tirelessly each passing day
Moves the sun, brazenly!
The rays hit the earth in beams
And warm even the waters of the
streams
Then the ants come out in teams
In search of their daily meal
It dawns to me; a Savior has the seal
To cater for all those who have no
deal!
The worms glide in the soil
I wonder if they toil and moil
To fill their tiny bodies with oil
Or with food and gruel
Then I remember; the Savior isn’t
cruel
But blazes with care like burnt fuel!
I see the oaks sway with joy
Their trunks so enormous like a fat
boy
I wonder the number of years they
have to grow
Why so much they endure the heat
and snow
Then I learn; that the Savior makes
them hard
For the purposes that none other can
gird!
Copyright © Lydia Jerotich | Year Posted 2015
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