Where is God

To my thinking it is very odd,
For one say “where is God”.
In early morn from slumber I rise,
I see His presence without my eyes.

You may say God is in heaven. True.
But He also dwells in me and you.
Are you so blind you will not see,
The blessings He gives to you and me.

On a clear cool morn I sat upon a hill,
Breathing in the day I sat quiet and still.
I closed my eyes and opened my heart,
And I heard God say “come be a part”.

My ears was filled with a beautiful sound;
A stream laughing, bubbling from the ground.
And birds singing sweetly upon a breeze,
A glimpse of heaven was revealed with ease.

The smell of pine needles filled the air,
Mixed and mingled with the flowers there.
A comforting breeze, as soft as a kiss,
Caressed my cheek and I knew I found bliss.

My words fail to describe the peace I felt;
When that day before my Lord I knelt.
So ask “where God is” and I’ll say with glee;
The Lord my God is right here with me.