Bright And Golden Poem by Joyce Hemsley

In country green we wander
On the grass of springtime we lie.
Just two lonely people
My own dear friend and I.
We see in the far-off distance
A Cross, unique and golden
Suspended from way up high.
Lingering for a moment,
White clouds obscure our view,
But we have seen it..
Our own eyes have seen it,
Shining from a Holy City
Somewhere beyond the blue.
Oh to recall the glory
Of the story ever true,
The Holy Cross of Jesus
Aglow with a golden hue.