A mountain brook, a mountain stream.. Rippling waters weave,
me, a dream.. I try to grasp that special note.. The stoic rocks,
the ripples poke.. Extended fingers, play the tune.. In harmony
the ripples croon.. The waters dance, so full of glee..
A mountain stream, a Symphony.. The score be written from
above.. In all His Mercy, all His Love.. A story told to me,
to you.. Compassion filled; compassion true.. From whence
it come? Where does it go? What unknown tales, for us
not know.. What secrets held beneath it's crest.. It never
sleeps, it'll never rest.. Serenity it gives to me.. All my cares
doth set me free.. I'd like to stay, forever here..
But leave I must, this place so dear. |
