Only A Sketch Poem by ZaKyr Davis

Only A Sketch



Sometimes I grow homesick for heaven,
And the glories I there shall behold;
What A joy that will be when my Savior I see,
In that beautiful city of gold!

Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: beautiful,city,heaven,joy,savior,sometimes
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