I rest by the stream, in my thoughts—
In a hammock of reticent grace
And thank the good Lord for His blessings,
In the glow of His loving face.
I’m sobered by all He has given—
A peace that I can’t comprehend.
I bask in His comfort and wisdom—
Provision He gives without end.
I know am His, without question—
A truth that’s more wondrous than gold,
So I treasure my place in God’s family
And praise Him that I’m growing old.
In a hammock of reticent grace
And thank the good Lord for His blessings,
In the glow of His loving face.
I’m sobered by all He has given—
A peace that I can’t comprehend.
I bask in His comfort and wisdom—
Provision He gives without end.
I know am His, without question—
A truth that’s more wondrous than gold,
So I treasure my place in God’s family
And praise Him that I’m growing old.
© 2025 Teresa Miles Kephart
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