Guest poet: Jerry Browning
As I wander through the mists of
early morning
My mind can see the distant hazen
hills.
My heart reaches out to catch the
dawning
And I see the wildwood flowers and daffodils.
Then the sweet breeze brings to me
the strains of a melody
As my God sings to me a love song.
All the stirring words seem to set my
heart in motion
As they echo through the valleys far
and near.
And the song can lift me like a magic
potion;
It’s so hard to feel alone when
you’re up here.
Through the meadowlands it calls as
the evening starts to fall
When my God sings me a love song.
I can soar above the mountains in the
springtime
I can sail the ocean’s mighty swell
I can wander in and out of dreams and
sweet rhymes;
And escape from my own prisons where
I dwell
I can reach the highest star and yet
not have gone too far
When my God sings me a love song.
Then I lie awake and listen to the
night birds
Wondering why I haven’t heard it for
a while
Wondering if some time or place we’d
be together
Or could it be the love song’s out of
style.
Then the sweet breeze brings to me
that familiar melody
As my God sings me a love song.
