Concrete and metal and skyscrapers tall
When I was young, I loved it all.
The city was pretty and full of surprises
Museums and malls and all it comprises.
Not far away was the hot, sandy shore
Load up a cooler with ice and we’d roar
Down old highways cut through farm land
Rushing to spend a whole day on the sand.
Marriage and children meant traveling less,
packing the car only caused stress.
Now driving in traffic and shopping all day
became but a chore and no longer play.
Then in the darkness the smoke alarm sounded
and out of our dreams and our bed we bounded.
Safe, but now homeless we had to make plans
Our present and future we put in God’s hands.
Let’s move to the country we said to each other
and things fell into place one after another.
Our house burning down had been a disaster
but ashes turned into blue skies and green pastures.
Now when my plans take me out for a drive
on rolling green hills I feel my soul thrive.
The skies fill with stars each quiet dark night
then pink, orange, and blue with morning light.
Life’s path can seem that it turns on a whim
But each faithful step leads us closer to Him.
In city or country God’s love remains true,
good times and bad, gray skies and blue.