tapping out a fax©

Let freedom ring
then we'll sing:
o'er the mountains,
o'er the prairies:
up to the sky.
All be well,
to safely rest:
God's on high.
Hate is vast
dawns the past,
can we cope
you and i,
can we last?
We shall hope
peace is why,
spell is cast.
All give praise
for the days,
we get by.
Time goes fast,
can't deny.
As we go
truth will show:
God is nigh!
Copyright ©2007~S@L

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