A Christian Land Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
A Christian Land
While sunlight rises in the sky
And clouds upon the hills do lie,
While silver streams and rivers flow
And restless winds do surely blow,
While blossom drapes the boughs of spring
And swallows soar upon the wing,
While emerald forests filled with song
At one with God I shall belong.
While fills of corn do sweep in gold
And heather lines the valleys bold,
As autumn comes and summer ends
The greatest scenes my Saviour sends,
The sunsets as the evenings rest
To watch those colours manifest,
Each night the stars do softly shine
I feel the hand of God divine.
While winter snows begin to thaw
And bluebells grace the way once more,
I'll know my Lord is all around
To paint the trees and wash the ground,
With riches for my eyes to see
And may they last eternally,
For while the rugged mountains stand
Then this shall be a Christian land.
Beautiful Nature is a handy work of God and wonderful poem about it is by the hand of a poet like Andrew! Beautiful poem!
Beautiful poem and excellent writing! I enjoyed reading it very much! 10++++
Beautiful flow and heart warming content, perfect prose Andrew, you are very talented 10 Lynda xx
Picturesque writing Andrew and it affirms your sublime faith in God through the beauty of nature. I pick up the passion with which you write through the strong and beautiful flow and your impeccable rhyme. Thanking you for sharing your talent with us. 10 love Karin
What do I enjoy about this poem, , , , , , ' ALL ' Its amazing, , five stars easily for flow and content ***** Love duncan X
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I would like to translate this poem
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An eloquent affirmation of your faith in all things bright and beauiful. Your creative vision is 20/20. poemhunter is fortunate to have you posting here. Warm wishes, Sandra