When everything seems hopeless and fraught in great despair
And you’re left with much to question with life crumbling everywhere
You may be left to ponder, as you question where to turn
O’er that sacred place of solace, where you’ll find that peace you yearn
Is it there over yonder, just beyond the line of trees
Or maybe looking westward nestled near the honeybees
Or maybe even sideways for a different kind of view
Where oh where on earth you’ll find it – that place uniquely you
Will you find it in the flowers, nestled in the budding blooms
Will peace find you within them and their happy fragrant fumes
Or will you find much comfort as your head turns towards the sky
And you see the passing bluebird, singing you its lullaby
Only you can know these answers and what shall help you best
When it comes to consolation in the times when you’re most stressed
But, of this, I am certain, after all the ground I’ve crossed
With my feet so firmly planted, the land knows you when you’re lost
Walking barefoot across farmland, with the grass tickling my feet
I can say, for me, there’s comfort and I’m grounded, calm, complete
I’m reminded how I’ve suffered, but by day’s end, I am still
And am strong enough to conquer, all the things left to His will
So whenever you feel hopeless and fraught in a deep despair
Try planting yourself firmly to the earth and find some comfort there
Take a moment to remember and reflect on mountains crossed
For the land shall always knows you, even when you’re feeling lost