Therefore upon your eyes of sorrow,
where your laughter, one I borrowed,
shall not you cry, so many tears,
nor speak of death, as now a fear,
In those years, in which he made,
not many had, so much to say,
speak not of me, as being good,
for I to sinned, as human's would,
Be it I, whom has been called,
to live upstairs, should I now ball,
mercy on that day, I asked,
Our Savior's home, took me at last,
he placed his hands, upon my soul,
cleansed my spirit, today I'm whole,
Be my soul, I tie to him, shall no evil ever win,
my spirit now, is flying free,
shall I share, my life with thee,
Be not your heart, in which I break,
shall not a tear, drip down your face,
shall those years, take you through time,
must now, my temple, be left behind,
Today my love, I must depart,
shall no other, take my part,
be now humble, if you will,
my temple now, forever still,
My soul I handed, to the Lord,
now his mercy, I endore,
may you find, the golden sun,
and understand, I've just begun,
It was not evil, that I saw,
but the love of God, in which, I aw'
by our master's love, I stand,
be it you, that needs a hand,
If you grieve, as I rest,
just remember, I've tried my best,
Therefore my love, if you must cry,
wipe those tears, and say ..... Good-by!
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2002-08-15 06:44:04] (Date/Time posted on
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