Enough for me, the little things, those graces oft unseen,
Flowers by the country road, the hills of carpet green.
Softly flows that cheery brook, its crystal waters clean,
Hymns of praise at eventide, as day slips from the scene.
O flee this home of iniquity, that City of Light to find,
Where Hope, a blazing hearth, Faith, its roads are lined.
There the godly shall gather, none wounded left behind,
And its Rule shall be of Charity, and Peace to all mankind.
Come, rock me to bed, this tempestuous night,
All worries to rest, dreams, my pillow light.
With starry drapes, lined in crystals bright,
And the gentle moon, from her watchful height.
Plug me in to that soft surround sound,
Of gentle speech, tears of new joy found.
Where cruel words, all its harshness drown,
And Nature whispers…
Let His praise resound.
Glimpse of golden sunlight, the journey beckons come,
Leave the old and tried, pay heed, a different drum.
With rhythm, soulful music, a catchy tune to hum,
A song to cheer life’s travels, succumb now to its charm.
Cast me adrift, in the wilderness, stray,
To follow the winds, join in their play.
Where rising canyons meet the open way,
And thundering feet, the unbridled sway.