Majestic Steeple

 

I see you from the wooded path

I see you from the hill

I see your shadow gently fall

Upon my window sill.

 

When skies are warm and sunny

Or cold with rain or snow

You loom tall and inspiring

And protect me here below.

 

Your cross glows in the sunset

A reverence I do feel

And thankful prayers come to my lips

As chiming bells do peal.

 

Majestic steeple in the sky

I see you everywhere

You bring me comfort and contentment

For I know that God lives there.

 

~ Grace P. Quattrone