Walking Under The Stars, I Feel Serene Poem by Brett White

Walking under the stars, I feel serene,
I think not of what could or should have been.
I simply relax with the sounds of nature,
For they are Divine, my Soul they nurture.
My eyes, ever upwards to God directed,
Give thanks to Him for this beauty perfected.
For all that's good and true is of His Graces,
And when I am blue, my sadness He erases.
It seems as though a day minus praise is wasted,
For praise of God is the sweetest joy I've tasted.
The ways of man leave me feeling debased,
I only desire to be in Holiness encased.
For it needs must be that we all shall suffer,
So remember, in prayer there is a buffer:
It can lift your Spirit unto the stars,
It can repair and mend the nastiest scars;
In prayer under stars, thou art heard,
So with thy Soul give praise with every word.