Sitting By the Fires Flickering Flame

Sitting beside the fire’s flickering flames Along the shores of Lake Wylie’s waters tame The stillness of the evening’s soft sounds Creates a happiness of soul again The glow of the fire warms to my desire To feel at peace with a life of work strains That make me grow old; tired with a pain Which gnaws at my joy and questions the game I must play it still, but it tests my will To rise up each morning and race to the mill Toiling each day to create change for gain Ignorance prevails, my efforts in vain Thank the good Lord, for a time by the fire In which I will pass a few hours of time By shores of my lake with the smells of pine Knowing by His grace that all will be fine