The House That Sits Right Here
The House that Sits Right Here
There is a house in Tennessee that sits on land so grand
With rolling hills and daffodils and greenery all around
Reason's I'd like to be there in a surrounding so serene
Is the peace and quiet I will find in the soft, warm, gentle breeze
A breeze that blows sweet honey suckle perfume into the air
And tempts the child within my heart to pluck one resting there
So I approach the vine carefully moving on quiet feet
And with cautious fingers, one I pick and taste its necter oh so sweet
In the distance I see the hawk that flies above so high
His wing span spreading oh so wide as his red tail dots the sky
And the sky is such an alluring blue that I have to squint my eyes
With cotton clouds that drift along, over the hill's steep rise
The dusk moves in gracefully as the sun sinks over the hill
Turning the sky to a bright, orange glow as the shadows do creep in
Within the light that lingers I spy approaching deer
As they wander down to lick the salt I left there in the field
Darkness has taken over with its bright stars up above
Splendor of trillions splashed against a dark canvas sky
Gives wonder for me to think of God's adoration for all
How unconditionally, with great abundance He gives to each of us
Well, the air is getting chilly and it is time to build a fire
As we join hands go inside my heart fills with sweet desire
With you beside me so alive, I know not any fear
As we retire inside a house, the house that sits right here
David Gary Pennington
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