Christian Hill

Beside the the stream beneath the trees
That sway and dance on summers breeze
Hides there a place of quiet mirth
Lies there a log of massive girth
A peaceful place to sit and ponder
A restful place to reflect God's wonder
We stop and talk of what ifs and back whens
Of childhood dreams and long lost friends
As pensive mood turns quite serene
Upon that log I made love to my darling lady queen.