Glory Song

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Alone in the place which I dwell.

My eyes give light to all around me, I dwell alone. 

The trees of golden hue

Grass that carpets miles and miles of beauty,

boats floating aimlessly in the sea,

Until the horizon swallows them from sight.

Boughs of clouds dancing to their fancy,

words come softly and crafted. 

Angels sing a glory song

and I recuse. 

I'm not ready I beg,

there's so very much to do,

Joy to appreciate, love to impart.

Beauty to embrace, footsteps to follow.

Warm wind swirled about me,

caressing my heart.

My soul came alive, 

leading me to a new day.

I will carry that glory song,

always listening, always thankful.



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