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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