As I look out o’er rooves and chimney top
There’s no place I can make my vision stop
That is not brick and mortar all alone
Accompanied by wood or tar or stone.
Now rooftops are a lonely barren place
Lacking enthusiasm to fill our space
They bring no beauty or accommodate
In any way the grace of man to date.
Of course they serve a purpose that’s a must
Saving all from cold, wind, storm, rain or dust
But I would love to look across that span
Envisioning God’s beauty all I can !