I have often stood in wonder
upon some lofty bank,
and delved in sensuous ponder
of the setting sun that sank;
beyond a crusty mountain range,
it's valley there below;
along the crest of distant plains
or beneath a river's flow.
Beyond the bay on Eastern Shore
I've often seen it rise,
in many shades of colors galore
that scanned the entire skies.
I've looked amazed in reverent gaze
into a "dark moon" sky,
and marveled at the many ways
God set the stars on high.
At other times, a moonlit sky,
it's gleem across the sea,
and watched the silver clouds go by..
just drifting endlessly!
Where, often through my window panes,
I've viewed the sky that yields
The splatter of the falling rains
upon my window sills.
It's on these rainy days I see,
and bring my thoughts to bear,
the many ways God does indeed;
show His love and care;
and one of these, the great outdoors,
where all His creatures stay,
Oh, how my yearning heart explores
this masterpiece array.
Only a few of wonders true;
all gifts from God above,
signed,delivered, for me and you,
with His signature of love!
Nestled in the heart,
Of the Kentucky hills,
Surrounded by roses and daffodils,
And graced with honeysuckle vines,
Stood a little cabin built long ago,
By folks I was proud to know!
My grandparents chose the spot
'Neath the whispering pines!
"It was our honeymoon cottage,"
Grandpa would say!
"We came straight here,"
"On our wedding day,"
"And you know,"
"We've been around here ever since!"
The setting was so serene,
If you know what I mean,
Right down to the little,
White picket fence!
Though Grandma was in her seventies,
She still would sew,
And can the vegetables they could grow,
In the little garden
In the clearing at the top of the hill!
Yes, time had made a change,
In Grandma's face.
But in Grandpa's heart,
Nobody could take her place!
In His eyes she was lovely still!
Grandpa was her gallant knight!
Her face would light up,
When he came in sight!
Their love grew sweeter,
With the passing of time!
Yes, Friend it's plain to see,
If you have love,
That special gift from God above,
You can be happy,
If you haven't got a dime!
They were married in the little church,
With the tall white steeple.
And with Grandpa's and Grandma's people,
There was barely enough room to stand.
The kin folks brought fiddles,
And five stringed banjos,
Mandolins, guitars, and even dobros!
I'm telling you the music,
Was mighty grand!
No couple was any happier,
Than those two!
The moment they said, "I do,"
Grandpa kissed his bride so tenderly!
'Twas the beginning,
Of a lasting marriage,
And as they sped away,
In a horse drawn carriage,
They both were as happy as could be!
But, now where the honeymoon cottage,
There's only a pile of rubble and wood.
The old folks have gone on,
To their eternal reward!
They are in the Promised Land,
Walking hand in hand,
And basking in the presence,
Of Jesus Christ, their Lord!
You can just look at me,
and I melt.
You can just whisper in my ear,
and I fall to pieces.
You can just touch me lightly,
and I get goose bumps all over.
You can just kiss me goodbye,
and I want you to stay the night.
You can just say my name,
and I get butterflies in my stomach.
You could just say you love me,
and I am yours forever.