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]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Nick Peros (b. 1963), copyright © by Nick Peros, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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2. The crystal water of endless life [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
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.
Text Authorship:
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3. Time is sleeping [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
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.
Text Authorship:
- by Nick Peros (b. 1963), copyright © by Nick Peros, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Researcher for this page: Nick PerosIMPORTANT NOTE: The material directly above is protected by copyright and appears here by special permission. If you wish to copy it and distribute it, you must obtain permission or you will be breaking the law. Once you have permission, you must give credit to the author and display the copyright symbol ©. Copyright infringement is a criminal offense under international law.
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