Happily I’d choose to be
Up high upon the glassy sea
Of lovely clouds now passing by
Against a soft blue morning sky,
Like a procession straight away
With the colors white and blue and gray.
Just watching them so full and grand
Makes me recall another land
By grace that voice I’ve come to know;
It was my Lord so long ago.
One day to Him I’ll fly away,
‘Til then within my heart He’ll stay.
When young and tender lying still
So long ago,a grassy hill;
I watched the clouds a long time there,
Then soft,a voice,I thought to hear
That seemed to say”I love you so,
My love will never let you go.”
It seemed to hold me in its power,
So strange,yet wonderful that hour.
Within my heart Hell stay.