The dawn breaks.
The first rays kiss the tops of the waves.
The waves on the rippled glass that is the sea.
The wooden bow ploughs through this field of water,
that slowly curls over the wood.
The great dragons head eats it’s way through
the mists that veil the land.
Security is to be secure.
Secure I am in you.
You who made me.
You who drew me to himself.
You who loved me long ago.
You who forgave me.
You who takes me through life.
You who guides me in all I do.
You who heals me when I am hurt.
A beautiful city stands in a silent lake.
A sunrise sends its golden rays into the streets.
Across parapets people walk.
Walk through unguarded gates.
Gates that lead into a city of immense wealth.
A wealth not in physical means,
but a wealth of love and care.
A place where people are not missed
and many mysteries revealed.
I dream of a time to come,
when white horses will pull themselves from the earth
and gallop across the green hills once more.
Carrying riders to an everlasting sunset,