My pen ~ can't lay down
My soul has been found
In the beauty of Your world.
I look across the road
Trees of green will soon be gold
Yet, there's a story still untold
In the mystery of Your world.
Times and epochs ~ men will say
Point us to a better way.
And Your love, yes, it may
Show the depth of Your world.
Kings and Queens cannot compete
With the rhythm and lyric
Of Your Superior Majestic
Glory in the stillness of Your world.
I've seen heighths and I've seen dearth.
I've seen depth and I've seen worth.
Yet, the fruitful valley rest
Is my highest sought out quest.
For in the valley, when the I gaze,
Trees of gold illume my haze
As, in view of Heaven's Son,
Warm glow through branches spun
Each frame that's here undone
Becomes golden in Light of Your world.
For, from the valley's splendid view
When your sites shall seek His gaze
Through His Superior Majestic hue
From His glory, in His world, all vision is golden haze.
When we arrive, we will know
What that cause of golden glow?
For, if streets are paved with gold,
Then, the mountains, purple silk.
Oh, the valley's must be clothed with valley's grandma homespun quilt.
No ~ my pen can't lay down
For my soul has been found
In the beauty, mystery, depth
And the mountains, streets, and valley's
In Your world.
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