Oh... maiden of the forest, fair..
the golden light
shines off you hair,
and as that light shines
gently
down upon the grass,
the darkness ever waiting....
lurks behind the glass.
Oh.. Maiden of the forest, proud,
the sounds so soft,
seems times
so loud,
the voice, a murmur,
through the wind,
it brings the darkened....
light to sing.
For in the darkness,
hides the light,
and light is not...ever...so bright
if darkness doesn't
cast it's murky shroud
then light, itself...
could not shine proud.
Within the darkness...rich and deep..
what could, what would
the Master keep
what has he hidden
does He know
that makes the light,
still shine so bright
For once was one,
this dark and light,
and in His plan,
no need to hide....
In the midst of dark and light
Stands One who guides a plan,
And from His peaceful, gentle glance...
the forest rises, takes a stance...
it makes the forest,
proud and strong..
and shows the Maiden...
right...from wrong....
Oh...Maiden of the Forest, Kind
Your light that shines,
makes nations find,
to search and seek,
and understand,
to hear and know,
To take His hand.…
- Francois Scheepers