Along My Picket Fence

Along My Picket Fence

Along my picket fence I find, flowers of assorted kind.
A place where Daisies nod their head in glee, and Black-Eyed Susans look at me.
The Lilacs fill the air with grace, while sunshine splashes on my face.
The Morning Glories rise in place, as if lifting up a song of praise.
The Rose Bush splashes her red around, while the purple phlox hugs the ground.

Along my picket fence I sit, a place that's quiet and I can think.
A place where I can be alone, to worship God Who's on His throne.
A place where I can see with ease how He takes care of all of these,
And if in His love He would this do,  I can rest assured He'll care for me too.
His love and care around me spread, as I get my fill of His daily Bread.

Along my picket picket fence.