by steve1223adelaide, South Australia
Jul 2011 554 Views 4 comments
I Hear
I hear the song of morning birds
And wings I wish to spread
To fly up high where troubles naught
Are apt to pass you by
I hear the song of a church choir
Singing praises to the Lord
My soul it lifts and soars aloft
Like an eagle on the wing
I hear the wind through trees it rush
To places far away
My memories lift and swirl about
The lifetime of my past
I hear a heavy laboured breath
And heart that beats so slow
My time is here, I go with joy
And Heaven waits for me
And wings I wish to spread
To fly up high where troubles naught
Are apt to pass you by
I hear the song of a church choir
Singing praises to the Lord
My soul it lifts and soars aloft
Like an eagle on the wing
I hear the wind through trees it rush
To places far away
My memories lift and swirl about
The lifetime of my past
I hear a heavy laboured breath
And heart that beats so slow
My time is here, I go with joy
And Heaven waits for me
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Posted: Jul 2011
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Comments (4)
I hear you. Tomorrow is another day.
Who knows what surprised may come your way.