Evening time I behold and think often of a story I am told About true love and how it goes "True love comes to those that wait" it's far from heavans gate for it is here on earth with one's dear mate Time ebbs onward twightlight years come heartsongs ring with words of golden rhymn. Memories gather about those we care for long into the night when the feeling is right A silent hour I spend in my lifes' chair under my tree. For I feel you are there beneath the branches of my growing soul My Lord reaches down to my lonely heart and forgives me, gracing me with his presence. And his hands lift me to a more pure and enduring life One in which only he and I will ever know the road I will must travel. While all the world around me begins to unravel. He is my guiding light all during the day and long into the night I am safe in his love and warm in his gentle flame i have accepted him inside. And my life will never be the same.. |
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