Alice Lorraine Hill Poems

I hear the music of the heavenly angels
Coming softly through the blue sky from above
Blending with the music from on the mountain tops
Bringing to all earth's people messages of love.
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Bind up your bleeding wounds.
It is not your fault, but ours,
That blows have fallen to cause you shame.
There is no land better than you.
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Heavenly Father, I place these flowers upon
my parents' graves, fully aware that "Death is not the end".
And that their loving presence is among us today.
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