Precious memories, unseen angels, sent from somewhere to my soul; how they linger, ever near me, and the sacred past unfold.
Precious memories, how they linger, how they ever flood my soul, in the stillness of the midnight, precious, sacred scenes unfold.
All things change when you measure them.You might as well sing, the sound of your voicejoining the others, like water overflowing,the name of the living God.
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