If you can talk to God and hear Him,
If you can see Him in the sky,
Please give to Him a message,
Ask him not to pass me by.
Tell him sometimes I just need a hand
To lift life's heavy load.
And I really would appreciate
Some help along the road.
And how He lifts me with the Cheshire Plains,
The Macclesfield hills,
The ripples of the Bolin
With all its turns and spills.
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My thanks for Tatton in the summer.
I could watch the deer all day.
And for helping guide my footfalls
To the next step on the way.
Prestbury village main street
With its conducive atmosphere.
There's something wafting in the air
Which says, "We're glad you're here".
If there's a heaven on this earth,
As somewhere it must be.
It's a long way North of Birmingham.
At least it is for me.
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