GOD'S COUNTRY

GOD’S COUNTRY

Here high up in the mountains
is a favorite place of mine,
A small pond of clear water
forgotten it seems by time.

It’s about a hundred feet across
and maybe twice that long,
The animals come to drink here,
birds to sing their song.

It brings to me a peaceful feeling
that nowhere else I find,
when I feel a load is resting heavy
with worry on my mind.

Just to be here makes me happy,
takes all my cares away.
It’s like living in a different time
of some bygone day.

Once there was a small log cabin
on a hill up from the shore,
Part of one wall is still standing
that one time held a door.

I have never found another place
where I feel so complete,
I believe I’m standing at the spot
where the past and present meet.

Nothing ever seems to change,
appears to always be the same,
Protected by the hand of God;
This pond that has no name.

Surely it’s a wondrous place
where one can feel so free,
It needs no name for us to know,
This is God’s country.