Rivers and streams appealing barley amidst doth sway, my soul no longer searching for a place of rest. God is here, the calmness of the air as I stand by the stream my eyes feasting on the views of the meadows beyond. Oh wondrous God of love, how thy hand performed to create such beauty. I stop a while gathering water from the stream to refresh my tight facial skin from dusty air. Then I see a rock protruding but not to high, I look towards the Lord and wink then I sigh. My back fits snugly in the hollowed rock I found, my feet stretched and laid upon the ground. My soul no longer searching for a place of rest, my eyes closed I rest my head upon His breast.
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