William R. Sturdivant
Memory - Poem by William R. Sturdivant
The angels in heaven rejoice and
Praise my Lord, his love and goodness
Is their reward.
Although I sit all alone
My memory serves
My lonely soul.
I praise the memories
Of one so dear
I feel their presence
Although not here
The apple of my eye
The essence of my soul
Thank you Lord above
Can not be parted.
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