A Gentle Time

Gently rolling clouds waft slowly by my window Millions of stars gather, they become my pillow Whispers of silence can be heard as the willow cries Leaning on my windowsill, the moon begins to rise I slip on my robe, descend the spiral stairs Outside rthe air is warm dissolving my cares At the back gate I gather a bouquet by moonlight I walk to my garden, it all seems so right Kneeling among the lilies and petunias I pray Oh Lord, here among Your flowers I want to say Gather me in your arms, take away all my fears Thank you Lord, for You have lovingly dried my tears