Friday, October 15, 2004

My most recent ride on the river bottom

©  copyright October 15, 2004
Donna Wood

When I ride, there is no war;
Knees don't hurt me any more.
God is near, and hears my prayers.
Here I lose my fears and cares.

When I die, may heaven be
Just like this, eternally.
I ask nothing more than this:
Near the river, constant bliss.

You can have the streets of gold:
Once My Savior I behold,
Give me Blue and one clear day,
And all my cares will fade away.


1 comment:

boodotte said...

Boy Mo, now that would be heaven.  What a pic (and a thought).  Boo