Amidst the lilies and fields of roses
My dear heart it yearns to see,
The light’s reflection and sheer beauty
It’s our precious home I’d rather be.
The trees of fruit they yield forever
No sorrow or no hunger pains;
The rolling hills and sacred valleys
My heart and soul in awe remain.
Precious vine leaves, rows of violets
Ponds so fresh and crystal clear;
Rainbow colours, walls of fountains
Gems and hues so very dear.
The Father’s everlasting presence
Fills my soul with pure joy…
His full provision, never-ending
Eternal promises to enjoy.
(C) P.B. 2012
“Eye has not seen nor ear heard nor has entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for those who love Him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9
Piano Compositions & Poetry 