Through The Thorns - Poem by Mary Forrester
Through the thorns I see his face
A saviour and my eternal grace
Now from me
He has flown
The feathered nest we adorned
And still I wait, still I wait
I hear the knock upon my door
Ah, it must have been the wind once more
Another day, another night
I sit alone and still I wait.
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