Saturday, March 19, 2016

Dotted till ... We are here...

Love, can't you see,
Child mine,
How have I brought
Flowers from heaven
Only for Us
Two to make it even,
Can't you, You, see,
O the heart sweet of Me
How hath Thou made me travel
From a dot to Eternity?

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