September 29, 2007

Lark cries out in the distance
Wind gently touches my skin
Feeling the warmth of the sun
Love flows again from within

Breathing a sigh of relief
Touched by God's holy fire
Restore the me that was lost
Fill me, dear Lord, with desire

Restart a heart that was stopped
Return to me angels' bright sound
Awaken this child from the dream
Delivered to where I am found

Type: Poetry

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