“What creepth here beneath the light;
Moving about without a sight?
Or cricket so.
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