He had no earthly treasures here,
But they could ne'er compare
With carpet green, just o'er the hill,
When Father knelt in prayer.
A little place, that patch of green
But, oh, the blessings wrought!
Wonderful things it's done for me --
This hallowed, lovely spot!
When he returned with smiling face
And courage, not despair,
I knew the Savior, tenderly,
Had lifted all his care.
The faith and grace he there received
Were helping him prepare
For pastures greener in that land
Where there's no need of prayer.
And as the years went flying by,
He loved it better still --
This place of prayer on carpet green --
This spot just o'er the hill.
Just as he lived he also died,
One ev'ning calm and still.
In pastures green in far-off land
He lives -- just o'er the hill.
Contact Alyce Faye Bragg at alycef...@citlink.net or write to 2556 Summers Fork Road, Ovapa, WV 25164.