it was like gold

it was like gold never growing old so we were told that was how we saw it too it was what we heard of it glittering and gleaming like light beautiful was the day it was seen by all who could watch and see and fair was the wayit was found which made it what we thought of it gleaming like light at noon twinkling and blinking up the sky above but what is it that appeared like gold never growing dim nor dull and will not let darkness stay in lives and ways of man? Is it the beauty of things of the love of our creator? I think it is.

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