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| When Our Spirits Were Fed I saw the baby baptized today made me happy and sad ambivalent in a strange sort of way Reflected on days gone by while the choir rejoiced with devotion the emotion,unwillingly flowed from my eyes Twas once a day not long ago same songs sung while your hand entwined with mine, and while the blessing was said, our spirits were fed, with God's love, our love, was blessed...and divine Wondered to myself were you able to sit in the same pew, that we sat with no remembrance or conscience does your coloured world have no shades of blue? Only God knows the answer thought to myself for he knows the number of hairs on your head For he brought us together that day with hands entwined so divine when our spirits were fed 4-8-01 Copyright � 2001 Dennis Hicks All Rights Reserved by Author |
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