The Good Lord Was Sent
Ready my pen
My beautiful green eyes
Upon our hearts you do rise
Through our loving arms
Your soldiers are armed
I too, felt the sun upon my face
Through the warmth of your embrace
Bright purple, white and pink
Beyond the beauty which others may think
Flowers protruding
Your love found exhuming
Deliverance from above
Surrounded by your love
Blessing to our land
True miracles are at hand
Copyright © Manon Boudreau Star Child Nebula | Year Posted 2023
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