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| How many nights do we spend alone? Are our dreams, where our seeds are sown? Is it in dreams that our spirits soar? Are our dreams, our spirits core? In restless sleep, we're tossed and torn, Our spirits true desire we are sworn. To live, to strive, to learn to need, Until at last we are freed. Unto God, we go to tell, What has been our personal Hell. We cry, we laugh, our souls know why, This is how we live, until we die. Oh, sweet dream through endless night, Take from us, our mortal fright. Let our spirits soar, so far, Until we rest upon that shore. This we ask our dreams to be, Until we live and learn and finally see. The truth behind these apparent veils, Our bodies, our ships, our golden sails. Until our journeys come finally to end, Our loss, our fears, shall finally mend. Please, we ask our God to love, With all His heart from above. Us, your children, through our night, Keep us from pain, and our endless fright! Give us the courage we need to stay, Here through our night, to follow your way. Mary McLaughlin Back To "My Writing Back To "Table Of Contents Back To "Miracles" Back To "Front Page" |
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