Hid Benaeth the Cottonwood
Hid beneath the Cottonwood,
My deepest sympathies withstood,
Hearts desires, a world unknown,
Whispers in the horizon intone.
Wind surpasses the enchanting song,
Life beyond all can lone belong,
Inspiration in color of shade,
As the suns’ arms stray arrayed.
Stone and steeple, every deed,
Faith alone, the sound soul is freed,
Steps through along my time,
Golden Staircase I praise to climb.
Judgment Day I embrace,
His decision, His worthy grace,
My choice, His say,
My life forever in His hands today.
“I am unworthy,” I said.
“I love those who love me,” and let this be read. – Proverbs 8:17
Receive my word, tell those who defy,
Under this Emerald, shed a tear, I cry.
Tears of joy My God,
Angels in heaven choir abroad,
Rejoice! Rejoice! In my name I say, - Romans 12:15
My life forever in His hands today.
The tree, from sin, it shall shade,
Comfort in Heaven again I may.
His name, His son, there they stood,
Waiting for me hidden beneath the Cottonwood.
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