Share It With Me God’s wonders all around It takes a two year old to see The tiny movements in the feet Of the gathering bee. This day if I alone Went for a walk down by the slue I would not tromp through long, thick grass To find the

Learned, but have I really learned To trust? Hoped in God, yet other times In dust. Treasures high, but also some That rust. Desired God; not always, But I must. Hungry, thirsty, satisfied And filled, Yet other times all empty Wanting, nil. Reaching for His word I must Be still,

Oh sin, that dwells within That wages war and threatens To destroy my joy, ‘Tis sin that seeks to win The battle and mock at my defeat. Oh sin, that enemy within Crashing through my great resolve Outpouring words, I’ve cringed and heard Them, hasty and marking me a fool.