Name withheld – Angels by Grace Publication -July 1997
O’Father in heaven keep Your holy angels about me as I dwell in the wonders of Your creation. Let the leaves speak as the birds chirp.
Let the whisper of the breeze be a melody in my heart. As the sun peeks through the tree tops God, let it be rays of love and hope and peace entering my soul.
Let me breathe in the cool fresh air as the breath of life You breathed into me. Glory be to God on High for You are my breath of life.
Nature’s songs are only a reminder that with no God, no saving grace, no Jesus Christ I am as dead as the rotted log whose roots are exposed to the termites of life. The green of its branches have faded away for it left its source of nutriment and life.
Let all those dead things You see in me be pruned, plucked, or torn away. For my roots are embedded in Jesus’ blood. And glory be to God, I live.
In Jesus Name. Amen.
Blessings to you.