clawmute
05-09-2008, 03:26 PM
The Dogwoods bloom in spring
and God is on the hill
I see him in the blossoms there
my eyes drink in their fill
He’s in the river valley too
when birds are on the wing
then soft spring nights with fallen dew
that covers everything.
The newborn young of all his beasts
cling to their mother’s side
and cry the cry of infant things,
mouths all open wide.
Young green leaves leap from the bough
unfurling glory new,
their seasons’ life starts passing now
so wasted moments few.
And man reborn of grace and blood
of Jesus whom they killed,
is like the spring when life is new
and God is on the hill.
©2008 All Copyrights remain with the author
and God is on the hill
I see him in the blossoms there
my eyes drink in their fill
He’s in the river valley too
when birds are on the wing
then soft spring nights with fallen dew
that covers everything.
The newborn young of all his beasts
cling to their mother’s side
and cry the cry of infant things,
mouths all open wide.
Young green leaves leap from the bough
unfurling glory new,
their seasons’ life starts passing now
so wasted moments few.
And man reborn of grace and blood
of Jesus whom they killed,
is like the spring when life is new
and God is on the hill.
©2008 All Copyrights remain with the author