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A canopy of gold

Religion has been privatised like gas I know in church we still can hear the Mass Yet no Chaplain comes to dying men I did my best alone without a plan. Inside the holy sanctuary bare I became both priest and comforter I sang the sacred songs and gathered crowds Outside our little cubicle they bowedL I saw a canopy of golden cloth Hanging down from heaven, as it does It came nearer till it touched his soul I was silent, love can’t take control For a moment everything was still A little bird sat on the windowsill Then the cloth of gold was lifted high I wept the precious tears for those who die. That one eternal moment gave us grace I see your sunny eyes, your smiling face

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Date: 8/28/2019 9:19:00 AM
A nice feel to this, even after the end...
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