My Own Backyard Dear Lord, when things get hectic And living seems so hard, I just go out and sit awhile, Within my own backyard.
		*** For there it's quiet and peaceful, Beneath the shady trees, And sunlight through the branches, Accompanies every breeze. ***
		There are a dozen shades of green, Designed to please the eye, Chubby squirrels and humming birds, ....A golden butterfly. ***
		The honeysuckle's perfume, Permeates the air, And though I do not see Him, I know that God is there. ***
		The sky above my head, Is electric blue, And there are lazy cotton clouds, With nothing else to do, But sail across the heavens, And yet I know that I Was given hope whose sturdy wings Were also meant to fly. *** This old world we inhabit, Is much the worse for wear, Beauty fades so quickly And hearts forget to care, *** But somehow I've discovered, Within my own backyard, A peaceful sanctuary, .... In which I find the Lord. Grace E. Easley

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