The Lay of the Lord

 

(From “The Lord of Manninland”)

If everyone lived in a garden

Surrounded by blossoms fair,

Their hearts they would not harden,

Their thoughts would be free from care,

And despair !

 

The rain maybe falling in showers

And grey clouds may be hanging on high

But deep in your heart spring the flowers

If you but  look up to the sky.

Thank Heaven for the friends

That your destiny sends,

They will brighten your life till it ends.

When days all seem grey spend the hours

By looking at God’s pageantry !

 

If everyone lived in the sunshine

The blues would be known no more;

Let love bathe your hearts in its sunshine,

Live like blooms that we all adore,

Evermore.

 

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