Sweet is the scent of fragrant pine As I walk through wondrous woods Fresh is the sound of laughing streams As I hear the valleys voice Apples of gold hang ripe with fruit and trees their sunlight bear Lilies bloom in full array while wood and sky rejoice Clear I see the Master's hand His garden sprung with life My heart too is full of song In this morning Paradise.
Three spiritual poems of Nick Peros
Song Cycle by Ronald A. Beckett
1. Sweet is the scent of sacred pine  [sung text not yet checked]
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2. The crystal water of endless life  [sung text not yet checked]
The crystal water of endless life Is flowing freely from springs of gold The taste of Heaven is very clear This drink of angels is given warmly I will take this and taste its fire And to my lips raise life eternal So cool, so fresh this nectar sweet Which satisfies The night is nearing The wind is still Come taste the cup of wonder.
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3. Time is sleeping  [sung text not yet checked]
Time is sleeping In stillness weeping its fall For Heaven is calling my soul to come and walk upon forever to behold that which will never fade and Thy will be done, I will come. I am making my way to the place beyond the stars Past the wind, where all things end and begin And I am near, for I can hear the single Voice Which sits enthroned, and sings of home As it calls my name. but Time stirs awake and my joy does delay. Soon Time will pass and I will at last take wing.
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