Monday, September 14, 2009

Count The Stars

Gonna hide away awhile,
Leave the world behind.
Pretend it isn’t out there,
Only Holy find.
and sunshine
Sweet grass cooled with dew
Hummingbirds and butterflies.
Pretty things, of You.

Breezes blowing,
Brooks of melted snow,
Back to You,
To be made new.
All of this,
Let go

Pray a while,
and stay awhile,
Out of all the madness
Simple things
That bless my heart.
Cleanse my soul,
From sadness.

Count the stars at midnight,
Watch the sun go down,
Hear the music in the breeze,
Glory all around.
Find some peace,
Reclaim joy,
Yours and mine to find.
Gonna hide away a while.
and leave this world behind.



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