I sit on Mt Glassy
Sublime and outside
The world of my life
Crazed suicides
Don’t forget if your down
There’s a place you can go
To love the creation
And blow off man's show
The quiet day breeze
Goes thru your hair
You settle down in His land
And soon lose your scare
Find your place in His world
Whenever your sad
And your bad dreams will leave you
And your heart, oh so glad
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Author:
Lionel Mandrake (
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Comments1
We need to find the time to just wander alone through nature's wonders. It can clear the mind and lift the spirit, for sure!
So true. A premature Heaven is on Earth while we are here...if we can just find it.
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