Sometimes, I sit alone in pity for myself,
but,
all the while,
the breath of God wafts me across the great, vast, universe.
I forget how His favor bathes my life with beautiful wonders
and how He shows me great mercy.
I forget that I am never forgotten, always loved, never alone.
Sometimes I forget, in lonely sorrow for myself,
that the Creator’s hand has carried me,
in caring pity,
in sympathy,
across majestic mountains,
past lakes of stars,
and high up,
into peace,
into the moon-washed Valley of Sparkling Waters
where He has shown me my final – and eternal – campsite.
Sometimes I sit in pity for myself
While my self is away with the Great Father,
dancing with unfettered joy.
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Alone in the Rockies.
Gloryteller 