The Fullness of Time
Like succulent peaches ripen on the tree
So is my heart aching for thee
Like mouthwatering grapes hanging from the vine
I can now confirm that you are mine
The story of the lonely soldier walking on the road
With his boots around his neck and a pistol hidden in his chest
Knew that the war was over but he had to cross over
And so he kept marching on singing his freedom song
Like fountain of the morning with shadows bending its wing
In the garden of hope sweet melody sings
And morning burst into flame
And the people rise to their feet again.
The fullness of time is divine
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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