When everything seems hopeless and fraught in great despair
\nAnd you\u2019re left with much to question with life crumbling everywhere
\nYou may be left to ponder, as you question where to turn
\nO\u2019er that sacred place of solace, where you\u2019ll find that peace you yearn
\nIs it there over yonder, just beyond the line of trees
\nOr maybe looking westward nestled near the honeybees
\nOr maybe even sideways for a different kind of view
\nWhere oh where on earth you\u2019ll find it \u2013 that place uniquely you
\nWill you find it in the flowers, nestled in the budding blooms
\nWill peace find you within them and their happy fragrant fumes
\nOr will you find much comfort as your head turns towards the sky
\nAnd you see the passing bluebird, singing you its lullaby
\nOnly you can know these answers and what shall help you best
\nWhen it comes to consolation in the times when you\u2019re most stressed
\nBut, of this, I am certain, after all the ground I\u2019ve crossed
\nWith my feet so firmly planted, the land knows you when you\u2019re lost
\nWalking barefoot across farmland, with the grass tickling my feet
\nI can say, for me, there\u2019s comfort and I\u2019m grounded, calm, complete
\nI\u2019m reminded how I\u2019ve suffered, but by day\u2019s end, I am still
\nAnd am strong enough to conquer, all the things left to His will
\nSo whenever you feel hopeless and fraught in a deep despair
\nTry planting yourself firmly to the earth and find some comfort there
\nTake a moment to remember and reflect on mountains crossed
\nFor the land shall always knows you, even when you\u2019re feeling lost<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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