Someday soon, we'll be leaving Just us ***; no more pain, no more grieving
We may bounce from place to place, and there may be times where I don't see you, but when I gaze out the windows of our temporary base, to the Lord, I owe my gratitude
Working for the money to build our dream home; huge picture windows to take in the view A happy home where our kids are free to roam Trees, lakes, and mountains; a scenery brand-new
Our warm, cozy cabin illuminated by candle light Over the ground, a blanket of white
My own art room, walls painted soft yellow Soul inside is aching, my imagination bellows