Peace

Sitting on my white garden chair
Making sketches
Calmness takes over my soul
As I watch my favourite tree
I hear the rustling of the leaves
Peace washes over me
And I exclaim,
“What a mighty God
We serve.”
Inspiring the world
Sitting on my white garden chair
Making sketches
Calmness takes over my soul
As I watch my favourite tree
I hear the rustling of the leaves
Peace washes over me
And I exclaim,
“What a mighty God
We serve.”