Heart Of Gold
Where morning dawns
O'hear the Songs of Joy!
We crown the year with beauty
As we hear the Voice of Angels
We ask and are given
We seek and we find
We have according to the Grace given us
Listen to the Mystery of Time unfold
Just as night follows the day
The Angels Trumpets will awaken us
We will be raised and clothed
The sun will shine with splendor on the moon
The moon will shine on the stars
Stars will each be unique...
We will be raised in glory
Until the evening fades
RavenHeart~/2017
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