As I look across the way into an earlier day;
I see a sight that brings back lots of memories.
The mist upon the mountain tops give sway,
To pleasant thoughts that come washing o'er me.
T'was in a little cabin perched aside a hill;
The place where in my childhood I loved so well.
Although it was full of cracks, broken window sills;
T'was awfully weathered and yet it was swell.
All the birds who lived around us there;
Seemed to sing a song of joy and peace.
Each spring they would come from everywhere;
To entertain with concert and show sweet release.
Pretty soon you could hear the little babies chirp;
The little beaks would open wide in search of food.
All of nature was awake as changes came to earth;
The beauty of a mountain peak, all was good.
Down in the vale below with a steeple high;
At dusk you could see the lights appear at church.
Such a beautiful sight to behold, I don't deny;
Meeting time on Sundays, every month on the first.
When the candles in the church windows glowed;
Everyone would make their way down to the vale.
They came from the hollows and hillsides below;
What a blessed day, singing like nightingales.
All was so wonderful living in the cabin on the hill;
Where nature and man in harmony prevailed.
My memories are precious and so surreal;
When I am reminded of the church IN THE VALE.
© Shy Barr
June 13, 2007
Romans 5: 1
Therefore, having been justified by
faith, we have peace with God through
our Lord Jesus Christ. |
