December 14, 1999

"House On A Green Hill"
By: Jamie Lauren Wyrick (Tuesday, December 14, 1999)

There is a house on a green hill,
A place where no one weeps.
Weeping is not allowed,
Not in the house upon the green hill.

In this house on the green hill,
There is a room that's full of toys,
One small child with a face of delight,
The sounds she makes are laughter and joy.
There is no sadness here,
Not in the house upon the green hill.

In this house upon a green hill,
On a quite night in the pitch black dark,
There is a lady dressed all in white,
She holds the child and sings a sweet lullaby,
She's beautiful to see and she's delicate to touch,
She gives the child a whispery kiss, and
She says, "My child, I love you so very much."

"You were brought into this world
Not knowing what
The future held for you."

"But now, the time has so soon come, I've come to take you,
To an even better place."

With gentle soft white wings unfurled,
The beautiful lady in white,
Slowly fades from sight.

The moon rises, through the open window,
Silently, softly, shadows dance across the floor,
Moving across toys scattered bout,
Never again to be touched by little hands, or moved about.

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