Mansions on a hill across this lake I see;
roofs and many windows
in among the trees.
glistening blue and the lazy breeze drift by;
the reflected calm sleeps
the Bald Eagle rides on high.
world is shut out when Iím framed in beauty;
greatness lapses into a vine
the flowing ivy.
sounds are muffled by the birdís sweet cry;
the deer are silent in the overgrown brush
this solitude put here only for me,
are others welcome like the incoming waves
the Creator I ask the question why?
the answer is found in His Son,
on the cross did die.
less than all His love for eternity;
itís Jesus Christ in His glorious nature
This Lake by Ronhales Hebrews 13:20-21