Treasure Island

Clarence A. Graham, Jr.

(June 28,1919 / Virginia, St. Louis County, Minnesota.)

THANK YOU MOTHER-GOD


Thank You Mother-God for caring for us in our need
For the health and healing that we need

Thank You Mother-God for Your for Your gifts we know not of
For Your loving helpfulness from above

Thank You Mother-God for being One with Father-God at the time of creation
Creating all creation with perfection

Being Children of God, we should be Gods
Because You Both created us to be like Gods

Thank You Mother-God for helping Father-God in giving all our gifts
So thar between us, as Children of God, there will be no rifts

April 30,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.

Submitted: Sunday, April 30, 2006
Edited: Sunday, April 30, 2006

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