Like Lovely Music To The Ears, A Joy It Is Thy Voice To Hear. And Thy Heavenly Words Tote Me Higher Inside Perfect Realms That Don't Expire.
Like lovely music to the ears,
A joy it is thy voice to hear.
And thy heavenly words tote me higher
Inside perfect realms that don't expire.
- Joshua A. Guillory
Monday, March 8, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: victory
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
March 8,2021, M A.M.... joy, easy life, ease, happiness, perfection, world peace, love, fulfillment, forever
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