When my busy week has ended
To the country I will trod,
Just to feel the closeness of Him
As I take my walk with God.
Hand in hand from hill to valley
Sweet the smell of fresh turned sod,
Sweeter still my joy and pleasure
As I take my walk with God.
Every creature pays Him homage
Trees and flowers bow and nod
In the presence of their Maker,
As I take my walk with God.
Oh the rapture of this moment
Guided by His staff an rod
Lifted now are all my burdens
As I take my walk with God.
~ Albert N. Theel
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