A poem by April Brown Woollard
2004?
And ye shall come with light to shine
And embrace your every line
And ye shall walk together in hand
And nothing shall slip through the sand
And ye shall look eye to eye
And will be with you til I die
And ye shall feel you in real form
And through this flesh we will transform
And ye shall be set free
And I will truly be with thee.
ALW
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