Under green canopies that rustle and wrestle in the winds Moves a steady beating, the rhythm that carries her along Yet crisp and chilled the air now is growing as changes settle in Time, a river marching onward, moving forward this living song

This hymn beckoning, guiding her from a far, her intrepid way Beseeching and carrying her through the every torrent of hail and rain Each new morrow gives hope though darkness come, it be closer still For through the seasons, everything, has it's place in the Father's will

And His will be for new pastures, forests that do not decay or die Where warmth of love and joy spring forth new delightful blooms And that winter's chill fade with Hade's fires to no more consume and lie His will, our death, and new life be found within the empty tomb.

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