Lost
in His meadow of love and tranquility
Dancing
as a ballet to His watchful eye
I -
as a songbird - a cheerful lark
Rejoicing
in His mercies as I sing a thankful song
The
brook - a toy between my toes
The
grass - a carpet on which to dance
The
sky - all heaven beholding
The
trees - swaying to my song of great love
A meadow
lark am I this day
Young
and carefree - for He carries them all
To Him
be my glorying
To Him
be my love
Oh,
I skip and play amongst the buttercups
But,
if I were a meadow lark
I could
fly with all power
And
soar with all grace
I could
float in the clouds and dance with the stars
I am
my Beloved's and He, my Lord, is mine
Oh,
let me sing a new song of love
Unto
my Lord - my Savior above.
written by Gail Batton - Friday
- 11/11/94 - 8:30p.m.