My house of dreams stands midst the pines
'Neath azure-laden skies.
A path of love about it winds,
Comforting to weary minds.
My little door, a knocker bears
Upon the snow-white wood.
The golden sun outshines all cares
That would grow there if they could.
My little garden blooming
With roses of red hue,
All the plants a-growing
Are loves's message from You.
My house of dreams stands midst the pines
'Neath the clear, starlit skies.
With evening's breath, I draw the blinds,
Keeping within love's lullabies.
~ Hazel K. Boyd
When cares increase within me,
Your comfort gives me joy.
Psalm 94:19
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