A Place Called Rio Grande
Lyric
Clouds drifts
The river rolls
Along the bank
In beauty I roam
A sunbeam drifts
A lite morning mist
Touching the hills
As my spirit drifts
Of all creation
I accept a gift
Only for me
From nature I sip
Looking around
Emerald hills confess
A flourishing love
Within God's nest
Flowers announce
The coming of spring
As Winter waves goodbye
The birds begin to sing
White clouds drift along the promise land
As sunlight touches silken white sand
A gift for creation from God's loving hand
Where flowers sway in a place called Rio Grande
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2025
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