WHEN MY SPIRIT LEAVES THIS WORLD
I stand and look beyond the fields|
Where mountains crest the sky.
So few it seems will climb their heights,
Where I have been....and cried.
The tears are not of sorrow, no...
But ones that witness there,
The Hand of God and His design.
It's almost like a prayer!
The effort giv'n to stand a-top
Where those who've gone before...
Is worth the pain....SO much to gain,
This beauty to explore!
And when my spirit leaves this world
To travel to that shore,
I'll happy be to live with Him...
Creator I adore!
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