November 8, 2013

Rest with me just for a while
This shading tree is beckoning
Dreams can wait
And time run past us
Cares will blow way with breeze
Let our love here breath
My soul is tired and frayed
Eyes've searched too long
In sweet warm grass cares do melt
Our counted blessings mount
What is this companionship
But God's best gift to us







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