We used to
Hold hand in
Such soft hand
Touching clouds
Whispering
To angels
When God was
So alive
Then we died
With One God
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Described my feelings of walking home with Jesus after Sunday School- -absolutely had that ring of innocence - - to my pain, growing up I grew away.... now I seek Him without an innocent heart and soul. Truthful and painful write. Top marks, my friend