Hidden Between the Rows

“What creepth here beneath the light;

Moving about without a sight?

Little frog,

Or cricket so.

A snake,

A bug,

I do not know.

You’ll keep me safe,

This I know,

As I till among my garden row.”

 

“I know all the birds of the hills,

And all that moves in the field is Mine.”

Psalm 50:11 (ESV)

Poem by denisebalog©

Photos by denisebalog©2018