Pasture of Green
Come to my pasture of green,
this place that I love so well;
come and share all its bounty -
every plant, flower and tree.
Come to this meadow of green,
harvest the fruit from the vine;
watch the rain gently falling -
silvery as a dew in the morning.
As I look at the beauty around me
I see just how much He loves me.
I'm blessed with His gifts on earth -
the seasons, plains and valleys.
Lay down in my pasture of green
to gaze at the clouds high above,
hear His voice from the hillside
softly calling "My child, I am here."
Come to the woods, see His face
etched on a tender, young leaf,
revealed in a brook's peaceful sigh,
whispered by the wind's lullaby.
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