Leslie Guylee Cron
*vii*- To Love - Poem by Leslie Guylee Cron
They try to tell me you don't love me, but you do.
You don't know what heaven is like, to me it is like this.
The gates opening are like your arms of steel, and the path
leads only to happiness in your arms.
The warmth of your body is pure, like the warmth that Jesus
will pour over our bodies in Heaven.
Warmer then the sun the Lord has given us, which is mighty!
My! how the dampness of the morning dew feels and how the breeze caress our bodies.
This I beg Mercy will be on our side and we will open our
eyes to a new dawn!
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