Lakes Beauty Hour

The beauty of the lake, It makes me want to scream and shake ‘cause of the beauty of the hour, My eyes the image it will take. Sun goes down and its power, Looks great, gives the lake a shower; The lake has a very nice shine, Like a light in a small tower. The lakes small voice is sweet and fine As trillions of grapes on a vine, God’s the vine, he is out stronghold For maybe this may be his sign. He is the master and he is bold, Even if you’re bad, he will not scold, For this is what I have been told, For this is what I have been told.