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
Copyright © Roger Hadden | Year Posted 2013
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