My resting place shall ever be your heart
For there enshrined I’ll find no better home,
Ensconced within thy breast, ne’er apart,
Together one, wherever each shall roam.
When you look out across a prairie grand
Or ragged mountains purpled into grey,
Boreal forests vast in proud command
Or golden fields warm temperate winds do sway;
There you will see me, face to burning sun
My form soft melting into stands of trees;
Near lofty summit, victory surely won—
Or wandering foothills like some errant breeze.
Your quickened heart will tell you I am near…
And we together have but God to fear.

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