Abiding

Gentle breezes blow across the moonlit garden lane.Cricket song and rustling leaves join the soft refrain.My Father’s care is over all –The sky, the sea, the land.I rest my heart upon the thoughtI’m safe within His Hand.The trials of the day seem small when I walk with Him.His presence forces thoughts of strife to fade and grow quite dim.He is my Strength, my Faith, my Source of comfort from above.Contented as His child I stand abiding in His love.

Psalm 91:¹ He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. ² I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.

John 15:⁴Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.

Photo – Evening Peace, Eddy Mims