She Is Just My Chosen Dream-
She is but my chosen dream;
I was under love and I saw her heart;
My love for her was a secret thought;
Her spirits eyes were almond shape;
He arms were raised high as she embraced;
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God's tenderness surfaced around her soul;
Her mind was untainted she was reborn;
As I glaze upon her praise, I ask God for her name;
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Now I am heaven bent on being with her;
A life together with her we'll praise our God;
And Jesus is all that's left;
God has given us both a kiss, His breath;
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Thank-you Father for your daughter;
My arms and hands raised in earnest prayer;
My love for her still a secret thought;
Oh, God Father I thank you for whom she you brought;
1/18/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
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