Willow By The Lake
 
My Father lovingly planted
A willow by the lake
Not for his own
But for my soul's sake
 
He knew that I would
Need hope, peace and rest
He knew that I'd search
And go on a quest
 
So in plain view
There the tree does stand
It wisps and smiles
As it grasps my hand
 
The breeze from the lake
Yes it kisses my face
And it dries every tear
It leaves no trace
 
Thank you Heavenly Father
As I sit and I stare
I dream and marvel
Without burden or care
 
My willow
My lake
My pillow
My break
 
Ah, It Is Well With My Soul!
 

By K. Sherrell
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Copyright 2012

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