The meadow flowers are in bloom

but I sit alone inside my room,

saddened by things that I have seen

and dreaming how life once had been.

I go back in time to yesterday

when with my friends I used to play

in a golden meadow beyond the hill,

so fresh in my mind, it lingers still.

But I must not dream of yesterday

I must go forward, come what may.

I can’t let sad things be in control

and destroy the laughter in my soul.

For sad things come and sad things go

and deep down inside, this I know;

that one day mans inhumanity will cease

when our dear Lord returns, with peace.

So I’ll go out in that meadow fair

and pick a daisy for my hair.

I’ll dream no more of yesteryear

For God has taken all my fear.

There will be wars and rumors of wars

but my destiny lies beyond the stars.

In Gods golden meadow, far, far away,

I’ll walk with Jesus, some sweet day.

© Lora Cox