Do you feel the changing breeze?
Do you see the golden leaves?
Can you hear the melody
Of the skylark, as it sings?
Wind is blowing,
Trees are swaying,
Skylark’s song is always shifting!
Sun is setting,
Clouds are raining,
Come with me and go skylarking!
Do you sense the summer’s flee?
From the curse have you been freed?
Have you heard the beckoning
Of God’s voice gently speak?
Years are passing,
Skylark’s song is always aging!
Time is wasting,
Blind to Christ they are rejecting!
Is there hope in anything?
Will ground stay beneath my feet?
Sings the skylark in the tree,
“What is life without meaning?”
Hope is failing,
Ground is shaking,
Skylark’s song is quickly waning!
Stubborn pride, again denying!
Now it’s quiet, dark, and night.
The skylark’s song is cold.
A single Light shines out so bright;
Piercing the heart and soul.
The shaking stopped,
The noise abrupt,
As onto the Rock I stepped.
My heartbeat stills,
The fight is naught,
As Christ, my heart, indwells.