Where I Long to Be

To grow free as the grass in the open field,

Bent by the gentle breeze moving through the valley,

Fed with the dew given by God’s own hand;

Here is where I long to be

Fashioned by the moving waters of crystal streams,

Tumbled and softened with their cutting currents,

Pushed along by refreshing coolness;

Here is where I long to be

Stroking the sky as the pines crown branches,

Holding firm the fowl seeking their shelter,

Dropping my seed into fertile ground;

Here is where I long to be

Life is a shelter, a turn through time,

Given just once and never repeated

Cherish and grow – find rest in the gift

Leave behind a blessing forever to shine.