Where Olives Grow Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

I want to walk on paths of old
where our dear Master walked
to feel the grass beneath my soles
and hear the truths he talked

i want to climb upon the hills
where mounds of olives grow
to lift my arms and feel the thrill
of warming heaven's glow

I want to touch his healing hands
and see his loving eyes
to listen to his new commands
and with his love baptized

I want to walk on paths of old
where our dear Master walked
to feel the grass beneath my soles
and hear the truths he talked.