Sorrow Slowly Slipped
Sorrow Slowly Slipped
Sorrow slowly slipped into the night;
God had greeted me and did invite;
Awake, awake;
A breath take;
He caused sun to be a glorious sight.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017
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