Gavin Anderson

Mountain Highway lift me high
Where the treetops touch the sky
Then home to where the ocean sings
Of surf and stars, wind and wings.
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Some days my whole being aches
For days gone by —
Some sweet,
Others filled with longing for some still undisclosed future —
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April's over, poems done —
Gone the flame of their setting sun!
Dull hope alone remains
Like some long-forgotten bottle
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Keep me satisfied, ever with Thee;
Craving, clinging, ever needful.
Yearning, let my complete desire be
To find in Thee my life, my whole.
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This morning, as I slumbered,
A tune ran through my head;
A song that seemed unnumbered
Among the ones I'd read.
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A friend in need's
A friend indeed —
A faithful saying, true,
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Would that I could fly,
As birds up in the sky.
High above the ground,
Lost in silent sound,
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Guardian angels in the skies
Watching o'er me, and in their eyes
The love of God and mercy great,
That heals this world of pain and hate.
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From Earth's greenest pastures
To those greener still,
I'll follow my Shepherd
To heaven's high hill.
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