The Rue

 Let me  Not grumble  As I heal May your  Joy and peace surround  My being 

 The joy of  The Lord Is found In the Wind swept tresses Of the leafy Forest Salvation Is found In the bird’s  Melodic song And peaceful Harmonies

 Back with  Fresh perspective  And hope  Ready  To meet  The new day

 Out of town  Soaking up  The sun Before  Autumn returns 

 Sliding into  The day As the moon Still greets me Freedom  In the footsteps  One after another  Showing me faithfulness  In steady Motion

 The foggy bottoms Show me To look up And not back When I’m  Going  In a different direction  Than anticipated 

 May you  Remind me That true joy Is not In what I possess  But what Possession matters  Most