Hotel Parkfrieden

Timmendorfer Strand

by MD2nd

To a Waterfowl

Whither, 'midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way?

Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,
Thy figure floats along.

Seek'st thou the plashy brink
Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide,
Or where the rocking billows rise and sink
On the chafed ocean side?

There is a Power whose care
Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,--
The desert and illimitable air,--
Lone wandering, but not lost.

All day thy wings have fann'd
At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere:
Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land,
Though the dark night is near.

And soon that toil shall end,
Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest,
And scream among thy fellows; reed shall bend
Soon o'er thy sheltered nest.

Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven
Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart
Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given,
And shall not soon depart.

He, who, from zone to zone,
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight,
In the long way that I must tread alone,
Will lead my steps aright.

-William Cullen Bryant

A little spot in Heaven

I don't ask you Lord, to lighten up my burden
I don't mind the trials on earth that I go through
Bein' down, I want to prove that I am worthy
Of a little spot in Heaven close to you

Years ago my mother taught me all your meaning
Of the hardship and the pain that you went through
Know you Lord, that I am ready and I'm waiting
For a little spot in Heaven close to you

Precious Lord, forget me not don't pass me by
Though there must be others worthier than I
If you can then Lord, here's what I'll have you do
Save a little spot in Heaven close to you

If my wish is more than I deserve, forgive me
Up in Heaven any place would surely do
But I've done my best on earth that's why I'm asking
For a little spot in Heaven close to you

At the altar years ago we got aquainted
And as time went on the love in my heart grew
If it isn't asking too much, Lord, then save me
Just a little spot in Heaven close to you
And to those which wait for me

-Marty Robbins