Oh
Maker
of my soul
I build my home
in Thee
Sheltered
beneath
your branches
As a bird house
on a tree
Buffering
in storms
and trials
Filtering the rain
and wind
Nestled
safe
embraced
by You
Attached
and secure
within.
Wendy/2012
I wrote this just after popping outside to retrieve my cuddly canine who’d made a nature call in the dog run. As I glanced up, through rain and swaying willow branches, I noted the bird house safe and sound on the tree trunk.
This week I have particularly sensed His embrace.
Blessings ~ Wendy