THE
GIFT
The
graveyard was friendly a welcoming place
A
home for the souls, who had finished the race,
The
green grass was warm in a tunnel of trees
With
leaves like a blanket as they moved in the breeze,
Stones
great and little stood all around
With
crosses and angels adorning the ground,
As
I started to pray to the father above
I
knew a feeling of gladness a feeling of love,
I
thanked the lord for the gift he had given
As
I stood in the graveyard this remnant of heaven
By Sandra J Mack
Wonderful!
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