Gift's of Many Do I Hold
With In me I carry Thee Old ways
I am Un-like I have ever seen in all of my day’s
Everyone I have ever known even strangers to
Have spoke upon my ways of different and
Oddly the strange things I do
But as I am one standing here in
Thee same form as you
I will share one hint or two
And tell a secret about me to all of you
Wings were put on angels
So they may fly with grace
Souls were given son of God
Pure love God couldn’t waist forever Spending eternity with In His own home.
So that His own children would
Never spend a
Sleeping Moment Alone!
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