loose the bonds of duties dreary,
steal away to quiet rooms;
I lift up silent plumes
of fervent prayer with fragrance sweet.
I feel the grass beneath my feet
and the sun upon my face.
Heaven�s rest is in this place.
One last moment, my heart lingers
as my hand slips from His fingers.
Ramparts standing, love remaining;
peace dispels the constant straining.
But regularly I return,
ignite the hope and watch it burn.
David Loomis Copyright 2000
"HEAVENLY BOUND"
