ever changing
ever blending
A cycle ever winding
Through the mountains
Through the valleys
overtop the canyons
underneith where darkness passes
filled with beauty
filled with spendor
It sees the great horizons
It sees the depths of solice and of danger
Time passes quickly
Ever running
Always driving
Forever longing
To reach the nearst summit
and then driving on to meet the next
Pushing past the rocky pathways
Discovering new fairways
Until the last great prescipace
Until the ultimate horizon
stretching purple hues accross the sky
Leaving us to wonder why
Why was I chosen!?!
...to march accross this land
Did I meet each day,
With a grateful and outstretched hand?
Did I give my own water,
to the weary passerby?
Did I offer up my peace,
To a child when they cried?
For my calm, and my cool?
Or will the stormy days,
In my life overrule?
Why do some have such grand journeys,
and other sit and wait.
Why do some change great landscapes,
and others live out a simple fait.
All I want to be...
All I want to see...
will lead to this last horizon,
and then whisp me unto Thee.
Life is ever moving
ever changing
ever blending
A cycle ever winding
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