[Roses and rainbows, heaven weeps,]

Roses and rainbows, heaven weeps, We are and then are gone. As sure as all of nature sleeps, Must surely come a dawn. So many cares, so many prayers, His ear hears everything. Our hopes and dreams are His affairs. Thats why the bluebirds sing. For endless fields of autumn gold, That sparkle in the sun. And lovers who would have and hold, Til the two become as one. Long and blessed happy hours, In the joy that love can bring. He holds this precious life of ours, Thats why the bluebirds sing I love, for I am loved and see, All hope in His good name. His love is truth to set men free. For we all love the same. He gave us life that we not die, And from his suffering. My very soul will one day fly, Thats why the bluebirds sing. A bluebird's overflowing mirth, A song of celabration. The whistle of a happy Earth, That men in contemplation. Might find that all thats real is free, To fly on heavens wing. That love is for eternity, Thats why the bluebirds sing The Devil lied for death has died. The grave could not contain, The Lamb who although crucified, Did rise and does remain. The very hope and life and breath, The all and every thing. Whose fathers love has conquered death, Thats why the bluebirds sing. Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 08:48 AM PST, Patric Patterson    0 • 12