August Morning

I lay down on the virgin grass, And stared up at the sky. While shaded by a friendly tree, I watched the clouds sail by. I tried to find my battered soul, And feared that I had lost it, Remembering my evil deeds, Each which might have cost it. But then I found a place of peace, And felt forgiveness given And heard the Master call my name, And saw the streets of heaven. It was then I humbly stood Unbound by human fears, I felt the Savior hov'ring close, My bowed face streaked with tears No worries now bedevil me, I know my task's undone. My heart is full of filial love. I am my Father's son.