Where Lilies Bloom
My soul is weighed with death and gloom;
a heavy sorrow dims my way.
Is there a place where lilies bloom?
The mournful crying of the loon
still haunts my soul and slowly plays
a dirge of grief and death and gloom.
Our loved ones, friends are gone too soon.
A dismal darkness clouds my days.
I seek a place where lilies bloom
in shrinking light of waning moon,
through night’s thick blackness. When I pray,
“Lord, lift these shrouds of death and gloom,”
He shows me there’s an empty tomb,
a place of peace that shines bright rays
of light and life where lilies bloom.
Hope mends my heart, binds up my wounds,
and sets the heavens all ablaze,
dispels the pall of death and gloom.
I know a place where lilies bloom.