Clouds and Crowns No.2

The promise of green pastures, quiet streams
Beckons me, Your shepherd’s hand not far;
And so I wander, safe wherever You are,
Your sun delighting with its kindly beams,
The radiance of Your bright fire; it gleams
And glistens, heaven’s welcome door ajar,
Sunset splitting sky, a perfect scar.
And how it is that You order my days
Which wander, dreamy in their hopefulness,
Now vibrant, and now lonely under me,
Is one of many mysteries of Your ways:
For rain and heat both equally can bless
And You can reign, though nailed to a tree.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

6 thoughts on “Clouds and Crowns No.2

  1. Matthew, you just blow me away, brother! (And I don’t pass out compliments that aren’t straight from my heart–ask anybody.) God bless you BIG today–love, sis Caddo

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