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My Heart To Chime
Poor in stock yet rich in spirit,
my clock does bow and sway
In rags and tatters all unstitched,
with joy do I still pray
My flesh is weak, my home now burnt
just embers to remind
Within this trouble and burning ash,
on the hour
-my heart still chimes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
‘From The Book Of Prayers'
my clock does bow and sway
In rags and tatters all unstitched,
with joy do I still pray
My flesh is weak, my home now burnt
just embers to remind
Within this trouble and burning ash,
on the hour
-my heart still chimes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
‘From The Book Of Prayers'
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My Heart To Chime
My Heart To Chime