A dedication to my mom.
This was another Poem that she wrote.
A Tent
I watch as the palm leaves wave in the wind,
Under them the flowers are newly painted;
Where the grass is beginning to bend,
It looks as if the sun never fainted;
God gave us these so we would never forget,
That His pure love covers us like a tent.
Each day I stare at the flag of glory,
With my mind rushing forth as scenes in a story;
I listen to the birds singing toward heaven,
As I think of Elijah being fed by a raven;
God gave us these so we would never forget,
That His pure love covers us like a tent.
Then a little further down the road I walk,
And look over the white seas of thunder;
The perfect display of blue chalk,
Even the sky above could never tear asunder;
God gave us these so we would never forget,
That His pure love covers us like a tent.
A little bit further arises strong mountains,
Its trees giving shelter to the one needing rest;
The water drops in great boisterous fountains,
That sings the wild life to a peaceful rest;
God gave us these so we would never forget,
That His pure love covers us like a tent.
Know we nave walked this whole world through,
We believe the scenes are to good to be true;
Can you imagine a God who cares,
That He even provides for the small affairs;
God gave us these so we would never forget,
That His pure love covers us like a tent.