I look above, what do I see?
A little face, looking at me,
with knobby eyes and bushy brows,
a pointy nose and mouth that scowls.
I wonder what the face perceives
when looking down beneath the leaves.
Its mien implies that I intrude
upon its quiet solitude.
Yet we’re alike,
the face and I,
for I too prize my quiet time,
a time to pray and meditate,
a time to listen and to wait,
to hear God’s voice speak to me
restoring faith and sanity.
So to the face with scowling eyes,
I truly do apologize:
thanks for sharing this place with me,
little face up on the tree.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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