Progressive Patterns

Church in the sky

From crowded city to crystal sky, ascends a snowy bridge,

That raises me and carries me, as I walk the higher ridge.

Before my eyes, grand the visions, are worlds of living art.

My mind is full. My soul exalts. God speaks softly to my heart.

God made flowers, created mountains, planned the world round,

Carved the rivers, winged the eagles, made fauna to abound.

Graceful float the puffy clouds beside my lofty perch.

I am high, but the Lord descends, and meets me in His church.