Running through the warm sand,
Just to touch your hand,
I want to walk with you,
And talk my problems through.
I glance at a radiant beam,
And I'm pretty sure it wasn't created by a machine,
so I stop to admire it's glow,
And I know love and kindness made it show.
I ask you to guide me to the light,
So I can be in it's loving light,
You carried me with love,
Like I was a soft, fragil dove.
Lord, the light is pure love,
And it leads lost spirts way above,
Into heaven where they rest,
Lord, they now have it best.
*Alexa~Angel*
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