Promised Land I've noticed how time passes quickly, Summer is close to it's end. Soon autumn leaves will be falling Followed by winter's brisk blowing wind. We see beauty our Father created As from season to season we go. From the warm summer sun or it's showers To the beauty of fresh fallen snow. Each new day God gives is so precious. We must live it the best that we can. Following Jesus, His Son, to our treasure, Our home in that "Sweet Promised Land." Copyright 2000 by Gloria Martel |
