I am but a biker,
So wild & so free,
Just crusing down the highway,
Enjoying the nightly breeze.
My Home is here upon this Earth,
Under God's most spacious skies,
Tis my Heavenly Homestead,
That not Even money can buy.
Just gaze upon the Flowery Meadows,
a Heavenly Treasure to behold,
A lovely gift from our Dearest Father,
More valuable than the purest Gold.
And don't forget the setting Sunset,
Of Red Orange & brightly golden Yellow,
A breath taking, lovely view,
That makes your heart, so golden Mellow.
So when you lie, beneath the glittery sky,
Watching the Stars of the distant Heavens,
Feel free to Thank Our Precious Lord,
For each, of all these special Blessings.
And if you notice, the distant Flicker,
From the Stars so high above,
The Angels keep watch by candlelight,
Guarding each of us, with their kindly Love.
Butterfly . .
