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with the resounding notes of his golden horn... A gentle melody breezed the winds, carrying on it a new born babe. Tenderly flowing in his graceful arms, a precious soul from the heavens.... Yearning arms reach out high to hold, touch, caress this new life, Promising to love and cherish forever. Truely a gift from above, the Almightly.... The angel smiles, and bows down to hand over this child of God, shedding quiet tears of joy, for the deliverance of Love. |
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The Visitation
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Caressing souls sweet Floating high on skies above Spreading wings that meet folding tender to join as one Gentle kisses trace A loving tear softly runs Embracing us with grace |
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