Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Prayer #55
That flies on the wings of morning To touch the beauty of Your face And sees the angels adorning The golden hillsides with Your Grace That will last throughout tomorrows As pure hearts sing out with new song For in absence of all sorrows Shall our Loved Ones soon belong In Your ever abounding Love. -Lighthouse Bob |
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Prayer #55
Prayer #55