God is on the throne
A journey starts with a single step
Ethereally the air fills with the sound of your song.
Whilst words of the nursery rhyme
Pass lips that have kissed your body, as a Mothers belong.
Visions of you running on bowed legs,
A baby learning to be strong flow silently by
As the love in my heart lifts your lullaby
To the wind of time
Precious memories well in my tears
As gaze reaches forth to caress grass
As though you were there
Grown and running
The wind in tresses long
Lifting like the lament found in my song.
The gold of my love shines like your hair
Lives have been parted
Now you’re lying here
But the labor of love will always go on
As I come to your graveside year after year
To sing you your song
27 In that day,
the Lord will punish with his sword—
his fierce, great and powerful sword—
Leviathan the gliding serpent,
Leviathan the coiling serpent;
he will slay the monster of the sea.
2 In that day—
“Sing about a fruitful vineyard:
3 I, the Lord, watch over it;
I water it continually.
I guard it day and night
so that no one may harm it.
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