Heart Of Gold


United States

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





This poem is about: 
Our world


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