Winter’s green fields come round full of grace. Valleys run deep to catch the sun’s lace. Hills and mountains run full yonder cast a lavender grey mist woes deep from the vast.
Nearby farmhouse stand upright, straight and red held generations are warm, bred and well-fed. And as the horses, goats, cows all graze in the fields, it seems that they know of a treasure there sealed.
Peace lies in the whispers and the hallows of red Barn; In the huddle of chickens and cat nesting in hay yarn. Here is the core of all life on the farm, All rest on the eve of a home next to each, each creature sweet nested, with Farmer in reach.
My heart does long for a mountain to hold with deep embrace and prayers that unfold into the sweetened winds, as all things are told.
Do you see the rock, the boulder, the tree? They are each a friend, they are dear to me. The mountain waits; the ancients see. They bid my heart, they set me free.
Rocky heights rush towards a heaven rare, Oh Holy Spirit, I feel Thee there! My Own is lifted, endowed in the Air.
My soul soars throughout, as on the wings of a dove In embrace with the Earth, held so rare, high above. Nature’s shoulders keep vigil, they see; they love. Oh, hold this dear Mountain, it’s the Lord’s Treasure Trove.
Psalm 100:3 —Know that the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Ephesians 2:19-22 —So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God, built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus himself being the cornerstone, in whom the whole structure, being joined together, grows into a holy temple in the Lord. In him you also are being built together into a dwelling place for God by the Spirit.
John 10:9-10 -I am the door. If anyone enters by me, he will be saved and will go in and out and find pasture. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.