Angels in the winds
High above the waters
In a land not forsaken
By God’s own gracious hand.
I count the glowing windows
As I pass them in the night
Rows of little beacons
Showing me there is life.
Moments of comfort,
I am at peace
In the silence of the darkness
As angels watch over me.
Clothe me in your body’s gown,
Raise my spirit to heaven’s crown,
Through the years of solitude,
I watched the seasons change their moods.
High in the leaves of the old oak tree,
A blue bird sings a cheerful reveille.
My restless spirit fills the air,
The mountain’s presence everywhere,
I lift my hands wearing nature’s somber dress,
Dancing in the moonlight’s painted loveliness.
There is no pain or tears tonight,
As I lay in peaceful sleep once more,
Beneath the sky’s restful spell foretold,
And wait the sun’s waking rise,
And by her side is morning’s fire,
I will clothe you in my love’s attire.
Laughing children on a sunny day,
barns stacked full with fresh baled hay,
ripe apples on trees in a row,
autumn leaves scattered on the ground below,
Children playing in flowered fields,
grazing horses dot the rolling hills,
night is nigh with star splashed sky,
and night will dance with fireflies.