~ For All Who Would Be Free ~
Yonder way I go, as out upon the walk one day, I roamed,
and beside me ran the jolly many happy hoppers with the
temperate hands, as my heart, one found to be moreover
open and ever so enchanted, played in way upon the merry
way of the mountains roll afar, on through the thicket of this
densely wooded land one so beheld and given as a treasure,
the one ever so, listless in it's beauty, for to know Him is to see
Him in this, His true affection in way of the theme of this fine day,
and so as well amid this the days befall so sweet, lives the
echoing feathered preach, one high atop and standing in
within the wooding of the simple timber pine, and it is love,
that lends a hand to me, and to the harmony of the days decidedly
mellow face, for, for all, the mantis does have the heart to pray,
as the shallows of the stream below him do run much deeper to
secure, and through Thee, The Eyes of The Father, I can see the
wonder to be known of the preach as he is taken in by Him, and by
me, and as to open himself up amid the chipper winds he moves to
dry them one, and then the other a tender wing as he sings. For this
his fortune is Gods favor and so bestowed upon him and is freely
expounded upon by him in this His very nature to, tell all. So, as he
flaps his wings he bellows out to me, and so as for me to know,
and to see, yes he crys out, Gods love, is the only guarantee, for all
who would be free, Gods love, is the only guarantee, for all, who
would be free.
Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2006
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