THE
LORD’S SHOES ( October 2011)
by Marggie Rassler
Where
does the Lord,
Take
off His shoes,
To
rest, to gaze, to ponder?
Where
does He pause to smile
Then
sing, as children play and wander?
Where
does the Lord sit for a time,
To
hear the wind's soft whisper,
And
views fall leaves,
Swaying
down from trees,
As
happy frolicking sisters?
Where
does the Lord paint
Party
streamers, on evening skies,
Like
rainbow sprays from fountains?
Where
does He go to see the sun,
Play
Hide and Seek with mountains?
Where
does He trace,
The
walks of fawn,
To
food in early dawn?
Where
does He teach the morning call,
To
a rooster standing tall?
In
Blairsville, Georgia,
When
fall is preaching,
And
nature’s choir,
My
heart is reaching,
I
see His Shoes…
And
take off mine.
“Moses! Moses! Take off your
sandals, for you are standing on holy ground.”
Exodus 3:4,5
“He will quiet you with His love,
He will rejoice over you with singing.”
Zephaniah 3:17
