The divine wind of Margaret's sweet love
gently blows across the frosty plains of my
barren life removing the emptiness and
sorrow that make their inglorious home there.
It's simple joy replaces the heartache and
pain that holds its evil sway over my soul.
Its golden divine wind has banished the
darkness and strife laying a wonderful
foundation of glowing warmth and
wondrous delight in my sad life.
Her gentle hand has calmed every fear
turning them into glorious pictures of ethereal
peace and joyous belonging and has opened the
floodgates filling the empty pools of my heart
with the golden beauty of her divine love.
Donavon Scott Vinson