Saturday, 13 June 2009

A COUNTRY LANE



In tranquil peace of country lane
Each hedgerow crowned with lofty trees
As the breeze it played and tossed their leaves
Two friends prayed beneath them on their knees

In union now when one had travelled
Across Ocean waters deep and wide
On Irish soft bladed grass of sun kissed green
They closed their eyes side by side

The primroses smiled at bluebells nodding
As butterflies danced that summer’s day
Sweet birdsong drifted in the pure fresh air
When God came near to hear them pray

No chapel wall stones closed them in
But hedgerow and trees growing high
No ornate ceiling covered their bowed heads
Just mighty dome of deep blue sky

Sweet was the time yet so tearful too
As their prayers from lips so heartfelt
Ascended to their Saviour up above
From flower clad bank where they knelt

Two friends they know since that wondrous day
Their prayers together were not in vain
For God surely blessed them since they prayed
And talked to Him in a quiet country lane

Colin Moffett

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