On the Same Blessed Ground
When I see the moon, I think of you.
When the flowers bloom I think of you
but with the rain my teardrops fall.
If only I could have given my all.
I would have been the happiest dreamer
that ever dreamed a dream.
The sun would shine
if only you could have been mine.
I would have danced all the time
and sang a song of love to you
that to no one else
I could ever do.
Instead a hymn to God I sing of thanks and praise
that He my dead heart did raise
and for a little while I was aglow
with love I thought I’d never know.
But alas, sometimes I give in and grieve,
my feelings on my sleeve.
Heartaches and blood seeping through
my skin so thin.
And I pray forgiveness
for this sin
of nursing the pain
I should hold within.
But because I loved you so
I knew I had to let you go.
I will always be blessed
by the day you came my way
and loved me too
like no one else could ever do.
So, my dear.
Do not fear.
I will always be here
thinking of you
and seeing your face
that from my mind I can’t erase.
I just pray to God to please be kind and next time ‘round
we’ll be born on the same blessed ground.
By: Carole O’Terry Duet; Copyright: 6/11/2018; “All Rights Reserved”
Copyright © Carole Duet | Year Posted 2018
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