I lie down in the soft, green grass,
As different people quickly pass,
Gazing at the clear, cerulean sky,
And I ponder, wonder, why,
I can sit here in the park,
While others’ minds wander in the dark,
Struggling, striving to find the truth,
Which I was simply handed in my youth?
How can I treat it as ordinary,
When really it’s extraordinary,
That I know who my Father is,
That I am really, truly His,
That He loves me so much,
That He has the healer’s touch,
That I will someday return to Him,
And in his presence finally begin,
To progress into eternity,
With my beloved family?
I will not keep these truths solely in my heart,
But to the world will freely impart.