I love for you to listen
as I play my heart strings.
A harpist for your loveless
nights of serenity.
Notes soft and peaceful I lay
pleasantly upon your ears.
Ever-present they stay
on the surface of your mind.

T'is for you that I am
a ethereal musician.
This is the role that I,
Forever tied to your wishes,
play in the cut of your life.

When  we  reach  the holy  mountain , beyond the crystal sea,
Then we'll sing the songs of Zion , of highest themes they be,
There we see the Holy Father , unseen by other men,
The unsearchable  riches in Zion are within our ken.

I long to be ready to meet Him when He comes,
I long for the rapture to meet Him in the air,
Oh, I want to see the glory and hear Him say "Well done",
For I long to be ready to meet Him , When He appears.

We shall see the desert as the rose,
Walking in the King's highway;
There"ll be singing where salvation goes,
Walking in the king's highway,

We shall see the glory of the Lord,
Walking in the king's highway,
And behold the beauty of His Word,
Walking in the king's highway,

There the rain shall come upon the ground,
Walking in the king's highway,
And the springs of water will be found,
Walking in the king's highway,

There no rav'nous beast shall make afraid,
Walking in the king's highway,
For the purified the way is made,
Walking in the king's highway,

No unclean thing shall pass o'er here,
Walking in the king's highway,
But the ransom'd ones without a fear,
Walking in the king's highway,

If we were a tree
I guess I might say,
It's been quite a while
Since we started to sprout

I know we've branched out
But I trace back down
To see the roots have spread
Staying anchored to the ground

The winds may howl,
Thunder may strike
But try as they might
They can't knock us down

As we grow together
Towards the sky, rooted to the earth
This growth it goes to show
The seeds were planted right.

-D.D.