Crossroads
Aye
Fixated on
The stained
Glass
The sun rises, the night has passed, light peaks in
Through a translucent canvas the vivid colors are made
The smell of musk & perfume consumes the air
It's time they start the
Chores Songs
I need to Pray
Before I sing
Along, Bliss
Comes For
Those who
Are patient
And those
Who keep
Their faith
Blessed Are they
Who lost their way
May peace and love
Be your guiding light
May God protect you
With all his might
Copyright © Roger Harp | Year Posted 2021
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