I like to have a smoke, I do it by myself
Either up the shed on my throne, or on my back deck.
I smoke in the evening with a drink in my hand
And listen to the sounds of this your promised land.
The night is so perfect, simmering and bright
The stars and nature calling, to witness your delights
You have made me who I am Lord, and now I am never blue,
But always grateful, for you just being you.
Yes, I am free Lord, all your promises are true
And everything I am Lord, is because of you.
You have taught me not to wander,
Far from under your wing
Your beauty, your splendor, of these I can sing.
The place where you abide Lord, a shelter and a spring,
Sealed in His favour, a gift from the King.
And with this gift treasures untold, but not of mortal things,
To walk with you it all unfolds
Glory to the King.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
How you went from a late-day smoke to your faith was a little puzzling at first, but I got there with you. I don't share your faith and I don't smoke, but I understand that meditative transition from enjoying the small seemingly insignificant moments to pondering the biggest things there are.
God searches the heart, just giving my perspective. Thanks for reading and commenting. Cheers, if you drink?
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