| In the valley where the long grass grows he dwells in his studio home. Existing between the peaceful river and a town of old a new day canvasses itself across the western sky The heavans wind blows the long grass to and fro He finds solitude peace reverance in all things there. As he gazes the horizon his shadow covers the ground shading the long grass for a while. He lives alone there trodding on hallowed ground. He realizes how precious his days on earth are. You'll always find him out there lifting his hands so up so high In the morning eveningtide and at night it is always the same Worshiping his Lord that he loves so Only his Lord can bring him to that special place of peace and holiness The holy spirit planted in him; capivated his heart and soul setting him free forever He is a pocession of Jesus Christ now and forever more. His eyes gaze the skys; seeking the signs Longing for that day when you return Lord 'For on this hallowed ground his psalms and heartsongs are born Planting seeds of wisdom , love and golden rhyme Praying for that day when true love comes his way Where he can reap the harvest of its beautiful fruit the Lord has reserved just for him 2-17-2004 |
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