On This Plane
I view the mountain tops of white,
Rolling hills receding from sight,
Flocking birds gliding by
And powdery fluffs hugging blue sky.
The earth’s a showplace that yields untold pleasure,
Boundless sea, vast land without measure.
As the sun slips to the purplish west
Stars twinkle, unsuppressed joy confessed.
On this plane, Our Father’s in command
Over fish and mammal and souls of man.
But then when times may be clouded with fears
He understands and dissolves away tears
And in our resolve He’ll bestow His blessings
For each of us to relearn life’s lessons.
Donald G. Harmande
Don, this is wonderful. Knowing God is in command is all we need to remain strong–and not to hesitate to "relearn life's lessons." Blessings to you for this wonderful reminder.
Thank you Tim, for your understanding of my intent.Many blessings to you.Don