Serenity Ridge
Majestic mountains surround,
the sadness in my mind.
Pines shadowing the tears,
falling from my heart.
I’m at home,
Serenity Ridge.
Rest the heart, clear the head,
stop the tears, go to bed.
Sunrises of glory,
Sunsets tell their story.
I’m at home,
Serenity Ridge.
Stream gently flowing,
under the bridge of my dreams,
sitting in a rocking chair,
thanking God for what it all means.
I’m at home,
Serenity Ridge.
Deborah Ann Tornillo
Copyright©, 2009
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