The Gift

Across the lake I see

A stillness and a peace

Where misty mountains rise

And islands float quietly.

I feel a gentleness

From breezes drifting free

And everything stands still

To greet the coming day.

And I know when I look on this

That it’s God’s gift to you and me

This privilege that He has blessed us with

Is a miracle to keep.

I touch the falling rain

Catch snowflakes in my hand

Watch moontides ebb and flow

And sunbursts on the land.

Every time I hear a storm

And waves crash against the shore

My spirit leaps for joy

At the wonder of it all.