Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Heaven's Glorious Garden #403
Heaven's Glorious Garden Heaven's glorious garden where angels come, reside, and walk upon the footpath with Jesus at their side instills a conversation of which things they like best; the lush green lawn, the brook, the fawn, the love birds building nests Oh, I can't tell, said one small angel to His right, It's all so Fresh and Wonderful; the Air! the Warmth! the Light! I understand, said Jesus, ... and there's really no need to fret, cuz, after all, the best, recall, has not been seen here yet! |
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Heaven`s Glorious Garden #403
Heaven`s Glorious Garden #403