I Am Yours

If I die before I wake, bring me, Lord, to a mountain lake. Where the water is sparkling with life, and never be there any strife. Where the elephant and mountain bear, walk with me and communion share. Where the gentle breeze brings song to the trees, singing God's praise in their rustling leaves. Where the birds sing glory in an eternal dawn, and the air is warm in gentle skies, where there on the grass is a playful fawn, bringing joy to my heart, my soul, my eyes. I am yours, and ever have been, grateful, Lord, for the provision you made. Soon, it seems I will come again, when in humble reverence my ashes are laid. Beware, precious Lord, I may come in song!