By a Cool Mountain Spring.
Sometimes I feel like giving all that I own,
Forget this worldly old life, and I'd build me a home,
But instead of the clothes, furniture and a car,
I'd build me a place with a glow from afar....
...The walls would be papered with snow covered hills,
I'd lean on an oak tree and be very still,
With music of song birds ... I'd rest my mind,
While the doe and her fawn graze behind an old pine....
I'd take a deep breath... hold some good thoughts within,
Wild rose fills the air, by a cool mountain spring,
The rooftop would be shingled with stars in the sky,
And a comforting glow from His constant shine,
For my bed ... I'd find me a golden field of hay,
And I'd try to give back a little more than I take...
Foolish thoughts? ....Well you might think that it's so,
But I long to live, with what matters the most...
Where we're living to love and loving to live,
And no one keeps count...we'd just give and give.
The most wondrous sights far beyond any dream...
And you'd be there with me, by His meadows and streams...
'Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,
neither have entered into the heart of man,
the things which God has prepared
for them that love him.'
1 Corinthians 2:9
This song was written soon after i had learned to play guitar...
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