busy is as busy does.

buzzy busy bizy! always in a tizzy

never knowing what your missing

when your head won't turn

from a life of miszzery

But On this day that the Lord has made,

the sun shines warmly

on listfull clouds as they amble by

on the afternoon breeze.

A day at the beach is a day well worth while.

I sit and watch as the insects go about their dutiful way.

Thus goes the summers bye till the boy,

a lass he spies, walks past. With feet untamed to shoes,

she is free in her Father's garden

till a boy brings her summer to a swoon.

He made you little boy,

but what have you made yourself to be?

As I walk through this world of want and desire,

I pass by the flowering tree and remember

how much love has my great God for I.

So then I remember how that all I have

and could ever want is bound up in Him

who gave all for one such as I.

As we waltz through those hallowed halls of school and spire,

let our voices never tire. To lift one's eyes up to the heavens

in the presence of those who would rather retire,

God calls to their weary hearts

and instead allows them the chance to inspire.

Mountains that hold the view over past and future. Or so it seems that one could hold the world at your feet and fly into the starry heavens.

Many there be that seek refuge in the valley gorge that are sought by those with malicious forebodes.

A peaceful summit over a plain of turmoil and cares, so is our God caring over our lives.

This is a legacy carried by Septia Hill