Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Song for the rill

Sitting by the side of the rill
Flowing through the valley green
Being part of a wonderful scene
How with songs of life me fills

And I think I must have been
Blessed by the Lord above
For who could have so been
Sensed the passion of Love

Sitting by the side of the rill
How draped me with sublimity
How I get decked by words
And the infallible mirth of His Beauty

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