The Valley

Movement...

The fabled tales speak from our creation
Of this land of lands to end all destinations
A valley that blooms in daily coronation
Flowers so perfect they sing in acclamation

One would wonder does this glory exist
I tell you it does, I've taken rare visits
My time was squandered within my fists
The valley floor a holy place to be kissed

Instead I came through drunken with pride
I trampled her flowers, the valley she cried
I thought it was mine, what a fools lie
A gift taken by me, the thief at nigh

Repose...

The wonder of this valley shining high above
It is her sweet mercy descending, a dove
The valley is alive, honor she takes hold of
My sins I repent, forgive me oh dear beloved

She gave me a bed of soft roses, her best
Tender kindness I am not of true test
She shone bright throughout my darkness
My pride now gone, she receives due rest

I walk from this place with yearning to serve
That her heart's valley would blossom in turn
And when I am old, the memories love earns
Of a time her heart beat again to love learned