Monday, 5 March 2012
Sunday, 4 March 2012
A cathedral
Sat on a second hand sofa
I ponder on who He is
And wonder surges in my heart
From an ever-deepening well of gratitude
I look up towards the light
And my curtains seem to me as stained glass
And my home feels like a cathedral
Echoing my whispered word of thanks
I ponder on who He is
And wonder surges in my heart
From an ever-deepening well of gratitude
I look up towards the light
And my curtains seem to me as stained glass
And my home feels like a cathedral
Echoing my whispered word of thanks
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