Oh children of a greater God, let us greet
Him in all His glory. My Lord, let us pray
For gray skies, in dry sandy beauty.
Cutie Pies, love their pies. To die for, and ever
More to love their Grandma too. For you are
The future, oh children of God. His soul
Is not cold, but warm as sun upon my face.
His Grace cannot be broken, as spoken in
The scriptures. The pictures in all their
Beauty are beautiful to admire, inspire to
Pray for the day of the coming of Kings.
Horses on wings from above, His love is
Mine. In kind, my mind will accept the bet
That all is well, not in Hell, but in Heaven.
Oh Heavenly Father let us pray for the day.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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