by steve1223adelaide, South Australia
Jul 2011 827 Views 5 comments
Ancient of Days
In the darkness of the night
When the stars shine so bright
And through my hair blows a gentle breeze
Then I, with my face to the sky
Stand in total awe, overcome
That all this my God created
And my soul lifts and soars
Singing praises to the Ancient of Days
When the stars shine so bright
And through my hair blows a gentle breeze
Then I, with my face to the sky
Stand in total awe, overcome
That all this my God created
And my soul lifts and soars
Singing praises to the Ancient of Days
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Posted: Jul 2011
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I was talking to an elderly Gent (in his 90's) and he told me that every night he stands under the stars and praises the 'Ancient of Days'Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (5)
It translate well.