It's Sublime
by Michael Doyle

Disappearing moments spent
In all of my hours lent
I walk along the wooded trails
Thinking about all of life's tales

I watch with quiet fascination
As all of the glory of creation
Praise His holy name
As he lifts up, even the lame

Walking step after step 
I find myself with what's left
Caught up in all the beauty that I see
Grateful for all that's shared with me

Sprung into the summer's feeling
All of my soul opened to revealing
The secrets of the hidden ways
As I wait for my next summer's days

He makes the lame whole again
Our lives know no better friend
In every step that we take
Trembling as our souls awaken to shake

Lifted up in exaltation
My heart knows no hesitation
Holy forever, I live in this situation
My heart constantly filled with elation

Holy is His name, as we call
Mindful that Eden did fall
The Lord in us remains strong
In his wooded church, I belong

Silently finding my way
From the night into the day
Staring at castles in the sky
I keep His majesty in my eye

Home in the woods with my family
I cry out His name, sacred and holy
That our Lord would take the time
To love me and mine is something sublime

(c) March 22, 2025   Michael Doyle
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