I look at
the trees
and I can
see
a wounded
back against the bark
and Your
arms as the branches,
unprotected,
spread out
for me.
God, You are
our canopy
You form
loving arms
that reach
out to me.
I walk
through the beauty of these,
the color of
the trees,
and know
Your Love
that Your
creation allows us to see
Jesus -
be my
canopy.
I’m
following the path
Your arching
arms are leading me through;
knowing that
it’s You.
The Son
shows His colors
and we sense
His Truth
that we
bring only ourselves
to His banquet
anew.
His bounty
abounds above my head –
Jesus feed
me and fall all about
as I
treasure Your measure of Love poured out.
God, You are
our canopy
You form
loving arms
that reach
out to me.
I walk
through the beauty of these,
the color of
the trees,
and know
Your Love
that Your
creation allows us to see
Jesus -
be my
canopy.
