IN THE FIELDS
Tim Howington | Not for sale
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Psalm 103:15-17, a Psalm of Praise
Gouache and Acrylic
In a massive field I found it-
a flower, planted just for me.
No one else would ever see it-
for all eternity.
There that day, prostrate I fell,
to spy an inch of land.
A world of life, there I beheld
a flower by His hand.
A violet small, young and secure
before the wind could blow.
Everlasting is His love-
why does He love us so?
As for man, his days are like grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourishes. When the wind has passed over it, it is no more, And its place acknowledges it no longer. But the lovingkindness of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him, And His righteousness to children’s children, Psalm 103: 15-17