An open air 'neath leaves of green
Is where I love You best,
Where just effects of grace are seen,
Like wind, and give me rest.
With blue and red the stage is lit;
A concert for the King
Is fine until I need to sit,
And hear the Shepherd sing.
Guitar and drums awake my soul
With passion when I'm strong,
But when my heart feels weak and old,
I need a gentler song.
My heart is still now; speak to me
With murmurs in the streams
And whisper softly in the sea
And quiet in my dreams.
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