"Mansion Over The Hilltop"

I'm satisfied with just a cottage below

A little silver and a little gold

But in that city where the ransomed will shine

I want the gold one that's silver lined

I've got a mansion just over the hilltop

In that bright land where we'll never grow old

And some day yonder, we will never more wander

But walk on streets that are pure as gold

Don't think me poor or deserted or lonely

I'm not discouraged, I'm heaven bound

I'm but a pilgrim in search of the city

I want a mansion, a harp and a crown

I've got a mansion just over the hilltop

In that bright land where we'll never grow old

And some day yonder, we will never more wander

But walk on streets that are purest gold

Songwriters
STANPHILL, IRA

when craze for a house, a home

Sparrows, the Messenger

Every time a sparrow perches near my window, I have this odd belief that God is trying to say something to me. To ease my pain. To heal my wound. To convey me a joke. To make me laugh over the satirical life aspects.

This has been at least the third or fourth times, spans over six or seven years. When I was in the middle of a fight against the ‘rulers’, some sparrows landed near my windows and door, and they tweeted.

Other time, they flew to the nearest windows nearby where I was, church or office or school. Just when I was almost desperate about something.

Some other time, a sparrow simply wooft…perched near my window and looked into my eyes. And tweeted.

And this time, just now, one sparrow like fell from the roof, hop on to the water reservoir frame near my window, feeling lost and tweeted, right when I felt like my life is turning into a failure compared to other’s luckier life.

Perhaps, I am not allowed to be ungrateful.