Laughing With God 89 - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
THE stars above are beatiful and complete,
in times of trouble, i reach out and touch
them, for this is the lords doing, and me
THE beatiful moment fills my cup, and love
breaks thrue, and i cry, and i laugh, and
dance with the lord, untill he falls asleep.
for this is the lords doing, and me the thief.
THE beatiful dream ends.
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