christian poetry

have you not heard
wheel me down by the meadow
quietly, with reverance, in awe
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
the stars fell from heaven
i have to say good-night
a life on the ocean wave
there is no flock, however watched and tended
when i was a boy at college
do the boys and girls still go
my mother taught me that every night
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things