His Heavenly Land
For human was born unto this world,
as He so chose to be.
This God of our's, now Jesus Christ,
is great Blessed love to see!
We build our homes and decorate too,
for all of us to be.
The very ground you sit upon, belongs to Him,
not you or me!
As the wind blows softly,
through the leaves of trees.
The flowers dance mirthful in thier beds.
The harvest of the field grow by day,
while the wind blows through their pads.
To see the harmony of the nature grows,
Mother land plays in this part.
Thus we see that God had made,
this great world we live apart.
By William P. Darnell Sr.
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