i found myself thinking today perhaps i finally understand how sin hurts. maybe this time i wont forget, letting go of reason, taking a plunge and giving up, wasting love and precious blood on selfish pain.
I remember waking up, and in the morning hours Walking to my mothers room, to see her still in bed Her bible propped up on one knee, her head was bowed in prayer Seeking God to start the day, before the morning fled
Peaceful dreams and thoughtful streams of lilting water pure Drifting oer the soft green moor in sweetest songs of yore Wishing best and healing rest to thee of friendship fast To wake the day with voices gay upon the green green grass
Warm and heady are the smells of my mothers kitchen Where sweet treats and gingerbread are made with gentle care I love the gingham apron worn with years of baking Things kids love on winter nights and squeal with glee to share
Sing amongst the balmy breezes and wish the waters well Tell a brightly colored blue jay flying over grassy dell That all the world is held so gently in His loving hands And peace will reign all and forever in His mighty lands