Beyond the
bend there waits for us a clearing in the gold
Filled with
scents and sounds and sights, a glory to behold
When reached
that spot we’ll breathe in deep and feel profound relief
Thankful to
our Gracious Lord we held to our belief
Mockingbird on Cedar Tall
Mockingbird on Cedar Tall
Oh, Mockingbird
on cedar tall
From your
perch observing all
Speak to me
of him I love
Watch over
him from up above
Gray,
demure, you channel me
Through your
eyes please let me see
The one I
cannot see myself
Secluded
here on history’s shelf
Sing softly for
his listening ear
A song from
me you must endear
To manly
heart within his breast
Of love I
have so long suppressed
A note from
you might act as seed
To promptly
make his heart concede
What knows
he dwells within its realm
And let our
love soon take the helm
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