The Woodland Glade, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Monsted Peder Mork - The Woodland GladeThe Woodland Glade, Peder Mork Monsted (1883)

The Woodland Glade, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

In this woodland glade, finest God has made,
Bountiful in color, but yet so staid.
Courteous to the children as they played,
While adults wondering where their minds strayed.

A sense of freedom fills the soften air,
Feelings that no other place can compare.
Providing respite from troubles we bear,
And solace to engage silent prayer.

Come to the woodland glade, spend time with Him.
Open your heart wide, fill it to the brim.
Rejoice with your voice, give thanks with a hymn,
To be accompanied by seraphim.

Come sit in peace, He will be at your side,
For His love you shall never be denied.

 

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