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O Come and worship God in his natural beautiful worlds of wonders collections
O This little piece of earthly paradise alas is finally mine
This little piece of my very own garden of Eden
carefully preserved in it's natural state has not
yet managed to become defiled by mortal man
and yet it has somehow become my destiny
and my little plot of ground of my own.
The calm and sweet serenity of our Creator's
very own world some how keeps on beckoning
unto me that home is where my restless heart
does linger and where my poetic heart and soul
has finally somehow managed to be set free.
The gentle breeze gently waving through the
soft green trees, the clear blue water runs
o'er large brown rocks in a pristine scenery
it is where alas I most likely will claim as
my very own privately sheltered secluded domain.
O The Beauty of the earth
O the majestic panoramic sites of our
clear blue cloudy skies make me wonder
what care I of all of the problems of
the earth below?
This earth is not my home
Nor can I claim it as my own
my sights are set upon God's
celestial heavenly kingdom of
paradise where I can lay to rest
this mortal body of dust and decay
I am only a pilgrim passing through
throughout the remainder of my
earthly life where a poet's body's
ashes are finally laid to rest
among-st the flowers and the trees.
Who can liberate me from this
earthly body of death and decay?
Many have tried and many have failed
but only the Son of Man has prevailed only
He has successfully risen from the grave.
Come tomorrow
"Come tomorrow, we'll all be older
Come tomorrow, maybe a solider?
Come tomorrow, we'll be older
than today."
Sleep little children sleep and wake to a brand new day
Your worlds are filled with discovery of whatever the
future may hold in store for you long after I am dead
and gone and have sang my final earthly poetic swan's
songs.
Should our Lord tarry and should He delay?
I do not think so this world is filled with trouble and woe.
People come and people go for what grantee do we have
of our tomorrows? Only God alone knows and only He can
say when we shall meet him face to face on that bright and
glorious day.
And the earthly memory of them shall be forgotten
As long as we are survived by those who can cherish
our memories, but there might come a time when,
all have died, both our families and our friends,
and who will be left alive to remember us then?
Most of the records of my family's tree have been
long since destroyed it's true only God knows.
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
May 28, 2024
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Roxanne Dubarry
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