The mountain is majestic,���������������
as it reaches to the sky;
At times it seems to bow its head,
To let the the clouds go by.
The sun in all its glory,
peeks over itsjaded domicile,
and struggle in their nests.
The rippling of the clear cool stream,
Is music to my ears.
Polished by the years.
To those who has trod,
And no other thing can guite compare
To this masterpiece of God.
����������� By:Satinlady
It's now one O'clock in the morning,sleep is out of the question.Here I sit at the kitchen table,all is still this early morning.
I prayed you find this peace where you are now,the starsabove are so very bright,how I wish you could see them,but then I remember that you are smiling down on me.
The tears I shed,I need not to mention,you know my heart is heavy,missing your presence in every day.But�I am reassured,for now you have found santuary from pain.
Your eyes are forever closed,we'll miss you dearly sweet one,But I find my reassurance in what the Lord has done,your heart is now free of the chains that bound� it.
His gracious� savior,in whose love you'll now surrounded.Our Lord will protect you and keep you safe in all ways,so sleep on sweet one,mind not me.One day we'll meet again,and we'll let that comfort me.
�In loving memory of my mother
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