The Poet's Death
Monday, February 22, 2010
Sunrise Grace
I strike a match, a final chord
And say rejoice to you my Lord
The noon day sun spreads arms out wide
To worship you, it's life giving friend
A song raised up, each day true
A story of your grace, forever new
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