Lord of the Possible
May my love not fade, despite the passing of day,
instead may it grow, like the daffodils of May.
Let the trumpets resound, may we praise thee and say,
'Thankyou dear Lord, for you make blue skies out of gray'.
03.04.2023
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2024
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