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Vintage Glass
It’s late, midnight shadows whisper
I hear the traffic, see stars aglow
Rumpled sheets, and thoughts of him
Soft music on the radio
Mindless days and cold of winter
Snow patched gravel under my feet
Yester a reflection of pale
As deep eyes grasped eternity
Inevitably days turned into years
Time lapsed and here I stand
Surfing through life’s channels
Restricted world of unmet plans
So oft I read his words of love
That pale not in hearts home
Written in the pages of
A big book full of poems
It’s where he pledged his love for me
Blood flow through deep of veins
I’m seeing us through vintage glass that,
Storm
filled
skies rewashed with rain
I get the particles of him
That wind blows in a visiting
Times of turbulence, Times of hope
Times of deep forgiving
Burning love that never dies
I’m here, I’m still, I’m bare
I’ve nothing left but memories
That sit with me in rocking chair
Soul!
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EYES OF JESUS
Fireflies Of Mystic Dance
For You Belong To Me
Golden Flakes
Gonna Reach
Gulps Of Wrath!
Haunted Sleep
Heavens Beckoned Call
Hence the whistle
He who carries me!
Homeless Man
Hue of him
If Only!
Like gentle fall of snow
I Call Upon The Angels
I Give Him To Thee
I Think I Hear You Calling Momma
Leaves Of Harvest Hues
I’m Not Home
Journey to You
King of all Kings’
Little Bitty Babies in Heaven
Little Boy Blue
Vintage Glass
Most Precious Love!
No love like Momma’s
Oh My Dear, My Darling Love!
Old Woman
Only God!
Passion Pressed to Seep
Promise
Remnants of You
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