My Rejoicing Song

April 9, 2015
My Rejoicing Song
By Beth M. Stephenson
I sing to Him in Churches
I speak to Him in prayer,
I visit Him in temples
But I meet Him everywhere.

Often in the garden
Where His messenger’s a bee,
Or a blossom or a sprouting seed
Or a fruiting apple tree,

I feel Him in the infant,

Sleeping on my breast
Or the kindness of a neighbor
When I am not my best

I feel His contemplation

Where the ferny streamlets wade
To lick the mossy boulders
In a hidden mountain glade
Do I hear His steady heart beat
That propels the ocean surf
Into the liquid laughter
On the lips of Mother Earth?

I shout in echo canyons
My insufficient song
Reverberating thanks
To Him who does no wrong

I revel in His glory!

He gave His life for me,
And made a Tree of Life

From the Cross of Calvary!

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4 Comments

  • Reply Betsy Randolph April 10, 2015 at 12:57 pm

    Love this blog, Beth! Your writing gift is Heaven sent for sure.

  • Reply Beth Stephenson April 11, 2015 at 9:27 pm

    Thanks Betsy I love Pistols and Pruners, too. You're breathtaking photography inspired me to buy a better camera.

  • Reply Tricia Bowers April 12, 2015 at 8:51 pm

    I love the imagery in this poem! As I walked around outside in the beautiful spring with my little boy, I too felt the joy and gratitude from God's creations!

  • Reply Beth Stephenson April 12, 2015 at 9:00 pm

    Thank you Tricia Bowers. Yes, it's a revel in his goodness every time we go outside in this season, I think.

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