The breeze is blowing through the tree's
like wonderous storm from God,
The doves are flying above my head like
a circle of love from above the skies.
The Angels are playing thier horns in
the four corners of Heaven.
It's misty dark out side but look up
at the sky an see the reflection of Gods face
that appears in your heart.
Copyright © mike miller | Year Posted 2005
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