It has been a journey,
One I would have preferred
Not to have tread.
In my mind's eye,
I can still see him -
Dead.
Feelings are put into words,
Words into images,
Images forever burned in my head.
One day I will see him,
My Father, my Dad,
Those 'Words' will be said.
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You are Holy Lord, You reign eternally, You hold us gently, In the palm of your hand. You keep us, You clothe us, You bless us, And ...
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Sweeping hills caress the sky, Animals roam freely across my mind's eye, A place where dreams can fly, A place to reach so high. Wh...
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Last year this time: Spring I take this excerpt from a hymn called It Only Takes A spark "What a wondrous time is spring, W...