The lake is the mirror of the sky
Its also the mirror of the passer-by
While angling watch the moving cloud
Forming a story to read out loud
You can see the Father with his long white beard
Another a cross that Jesus cleared
Then a Dove in soft white wool
A feeling of calmness and of cool
Now its a whisper of the trees
Caused by the rustle of the breeze.
They also praise the Lord above
Swaying a worship with much love
The surface waters bring a calm
Its depth sings deeper than the Psalm.