Thoughts on life, love and faith by Plasticmind.

Leaps and bounds over emerald hillsides,
Drinking summertime's wine;
Oh the days of cerulean heavens,
Up, up and alive;
Strings are loosed - imagination wings away...
Taste a cloud - and savor it another day...

Like a word that is whispered upon the breeze,
Free, innocent child;
Swept away from the halcyon yesterdays
To a world without smile;
Peace is gone - tomorrow haunts us as we dream...
Self-made man - imprisoned by the things that seem...

Unsure and afraid in this temple of clay,
As shackles of frailty bind;
Great master of hillsides and all that's to come,
I beg You renew my mind;

God of Creation - Possesor of Omnipotence;
This hesitation I relinquish to Your Imminence;
And I'm coming again like a child
To the God of Creation.