All That's Left Is...
Borne of water
My soul...
The name You've written
On Your hand
Springing forth from
A thousand thoughts of dreams
At last You call!
Happy thy heart
How peaceful thy soul
To serve its Maker
On a mission bound for Home
As poor as I am, Lord
You've shone Your Majesty
And shared with me thy Mother's wisdom
Left in arms of angels and saints
To realize then
Much love You've given me
All that's really left is
To share it
April 25, 2015
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