The world as seen from the windows of a quiet room on a snowy evening........... |
None but the truth so softly said that I Can caress the words as a lullaby The gently forming mist within the trees Calls within the beckoning fingers Whispering songs sang in harmony That seep into my soul to linger Within the thoughts planted so long ago And there they lie None but the past so softly seen that I Can close my eyes and smile As the images, so clear float by And for awhile, Become the future And the images of pastures white Grayed forests standing to the distance Played within the dim twilight Left not to chance.... Horses standing within the span And the heart filled as if rising a sense Of all things new and grand Scenes of the creation as the snow becomes dense And through the portrait of a world unspoiled I can hear the songs born within my heart And to God give thanks for all his toil In making a world so beautiful at the start Before a man could make his mark Before the hurt that man could bring Before a passing to the dark Before we could harm anything For it's there within myself to know That man makes his mark He carves it in rock.. But you, my Lord, you carve it in hearts. |