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You've nothing left to fear, There's something standing near. Your hurt will run and hide, With Angels by your side. You've nothing left to dread, There's something near instead.
Ring the bells, Squeeze the clouds, Shake the Heavens, Lift the shrouds. Silence the crows, Nail down the night, Drown out the rain, Reveal the Light.
#purple #colourchallenge My car flipped over, Mangled on the highway, Left the wonderful world, On that hot summer's day.
Miracle man, With a master plan. An aim to live, To help, to give. Wonder maker, Nightmare taker. The one all love, Sent from above. Helping hand, Two feet to stand.
Who was it that heard the word of the tiniest bird and heard what it spoke that was full of such love and life that it fell from above - who was it that heard this dove.
Raining rainbow maze,. Under heavens misted haze,. Where angels sing and pluck harps,. Learning life's long songs,. As rainbows dance in arcs,. A mirage of mirrors,. Under pearly white clouds,.
The bell rings and Anna sings; She sings of the life of clouds And the span of conception Distilled in the tears of God.
Ten minutes in heaven, What would to do. Have cupid sing, Especially for you. Nine minutes in heaven, What is there to choose. Have a chat to God; What's there to lose.
Tear drops fall (~.
Down among the dead. A place I sometimes go. Even though I'm only visiting. And there's no-one here I know. I come here for the solitude. And peace I gain herein. To listen to the voices.
With a kiss, I say goodbye. And with a wave I bid. You a Bon Voyage. My dear sweet one, goodbye. How I long to see your smile. Waiting for me one day. You were an angel on earth. To be yet another.
There is always a calmness before the storm. The clouds are all darkened as they form. Thundering skies echo across the land. Untold signs are washed from the sand.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.
From golden showers of the ancient skies, On the first day, and the eternal snow of stars, You once unfastened giant calyxes For the young earth still innocent of scars: Young gladioli with the...