Affection
Oh Lord, why am I so in love
with that made by Your hand?
Why am I so moved as I
gaze out upon the land?
In the reaching, aged pines,
majestic mountain peaks,
and the raging river there,
Your spirit ever speaks!
Stricken very deep am I
by that beyond my script!
To put it into words, oh Lord-
will e'er I be equipped,
equipped to so portray the mountains
beautiful and proud...
to communicate the forest
beauty to enshroud?
My affection, Father, for
the valleys and the peaks.
Does it even permeate
as Your servant speaks?
I know that You can sense it as
it emanates inside.
Oh Father, see my gratitude,
I shall not ever hide!
Amen
Jim Busby
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