Written by George Leon Pike, Sr.
Copyright © 1977 by Betty M. Pike
1. I can see the beauty of the rainbow,
I can hear the lonely whipporwill,
And I recall those faded memories,
But my heart is searching still.
2. The lovely colors of the rainbow,
That spreads across the evening sky,
Your gift of love to those unworthy,
It brings a teardrop to my eye.
3. My heart is like the weeping willow,
That’s seasoned by dew drops of love,
And like the cool breeze in the valley,
I feel Your presence from above.
4. I see the mountains lofty grandeur,
And I behold the poppies in the field,
And the little dusty trail that I see winding,
Where childish footprints linger still.
I look and see the sunset,
Drop behind a distant hill,
And I watch the tide as it comes rolling in,
And as the darkness deepens,
I search for peace within,
For your presence, Lord, I long to feel.