A Home on the Hill

Greystone a place that provides what I need

With stone tutor walls just two miles from the sea

Her tall steeple towers stand up tall towards the sky

This home rich in memories of eras gone by

A man with a vision the twenties did bring

And he built a mansion befit for a King

This rock home a gift to his young English bride

Where she’d feel at home and would love to reside

The home many years sat alone on the hill

Surrounded by forest in setting surreal

As others built round’ more the fame of it grew

From days as a gallery and parties it threw

This old tutor Manor played host to the best

With black tie events for her elegant guests

Her gardens a backdrop from art hung on walls

The breezeways a gallery from Spring time to Fall

The home would change hands many times through the years

Her gardens just memories had all disappeared

This manor so grand lay in waste and decay

And all but forgotten for many a day

A man so inspired as he stopped to pray

He’d rescue this home if God showed him the way

What seemed near impossible God knew was not

As Greystone was his long before he bought

His family worked hard many years to revive

The old Greystone Manor which soon came alive

But he always knew where this gift had come from

It couldn’t be earned like a prize to be won

For God intended that this place would be

A place to inspire what would set people free

And little by little his plan would be shown

What thought once for him wasn’t for him alone

This home was a gift to be given again

To artists and writers, musicians and friends

Renewal at Greystone was more than the home

But for all who’d stay in its walls made of stone