I see the patterns on the wall
Of where the rays of sun do fall
Tis only with a mild constraint
One thinks about the fading paint
But rather all the joy we find
When sunlight flickers through the mind
And raises spirits sometimes lost
To heights without a greater cost !
The night awaits the coming dawn
To waken with a chance reborn
The sun will rise to set no more
Upon a strange and foreign shore
And we are home, at last we are
To bide near God among the stars !
I miss the days of glory old
Where history and myth unfold
With repeat tales now long gone by
Of memories that did not die
When we were young and energized
And all our dreams seemed realised !
Wake up, wake up, let’s give a cheer
The son of God’s expected here
We know He’s coming any day
Our job is to prepare His way
Look up, look up unto the skies
Expect it soon,our grand surprise !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 