You made a promise that has stood the test of time
You Son is White as Snow, we are covered in grime
We often question events that occur
Do we ever slow down to think so things are not such a blur
Mountain peaks sit dusted in snow
Valley floors await the melting waters flow
Their place is not to be impatient
The beneficiaries wait and fight thirst with resilience
Father, You are The Alpha and The Omega - Feed us
Lord, You are The Beginning and The End - Fill us
The Fall by Bill Graves
Where have you gone to
What is to come
The deep greens
Overthrown by Heavenly Golds
Heat and Humidity are replaced
New scents take us back to years of old
Summers beginning are a blur
Now we wait for winters cold and snow
But this is transition time and we take hold
Of FallThe Chief by Bill Graves
Your cracks have been filled by the fears of the fearless.
High above the valley floor the mighty hang.
Some quietly contemplate, some loudly cry out for strength;
some shed tears, but through it all they push onward and upward.
You feel their needs through the placement of fingertips.
Strength exudes through the placement of feet.
Sweat pours on your face.
Hearts race, you feel the pounding on your steadfast granite.
They are a selfish lot; they look to be shaped, they turn to you for clarity.
How do you share your story? When do you get to be heard?
The day begins to close, Your voice prepares to boom.
Your counsel is strong, You long to be honored.
You speak through awesome splendor; you speak through a ring of gold.
Your peace has been spoken, Your tranquility has returned.