A Place Of Rest
The valley lies still and calm,
Its rolling hills a soothing balm.
The morning Light is soft and diffused,
Showing a rainbow of gentle colors and hues.
The nurturing blanket of the night mist,
Now in the dawn begins to slowly lift.
Leaving behind its life giving dew,
Everything now shines as if new.
A white bird takes to the sky,
What a symbol of purity to the eye.
Birth of a new day and all seems right,
Trouble left behind in the shroud of night.
No matter what has been past,
We can all be renewed at last.
It is a long, difficult, and winding road,
Until we get to lay down mortalities heavy load.
In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye,
An angel will sound the final golden trumpet, in a beautiful morning sky.
The corruptible shall be raised incorruptible,
Our heart of stone shall become a soft heart of flesh.
The hate in our heart will become love,
We shall be changed from serpents into doves.
We shall find rest, and there will be no more death,
God will have led us to the promise land,
A place no mortal eye has seen nor ear heard whisper of because it is so grand.