Beholding God

Someday we will not awake
To see the sun, a golden lake
Melting over field and hill
We will not hear the song-birds trill

We will not wake to soft refrain
Of raindrops on the window pane
Nor will we wake to hear the breeze
Sighing in the willow trees

Someday we will not wake to see
The river laughing to the sea
The flower will not lift its face
In another day of grace

But someday we will wake to see
The proof of life’s great mystery
Though body rests beneath the sod
We will wake beholding God

Janet