Paisley
The Gleniffer Braes Some days the braes do speak to me defending Truth and Love like Angels climbing Jacob´s Ladder to and from Above Those days she comes to walk with me her scent of roses bloom Remembering the Son´s great Love and His returning soon With walks so clear in meadows plain o´er fields of grass and green stretching to horizon´s line and blue skies in between Other days the braes do seem an obstacle of view which stop me seeing naught but grey and leave me feeling blue Tis these weeks the hardest are when shadows mark my way when people´s words like arrows fly and hinder all my days To search for good in every thought dispels the darkest night for through the words and tempers flared lie Angels in disguise Mother take us in your Thought to bless us every day Guide to your Blessed Son the straight and narrow way