Let There Be Songs

[Guest guest]

Let there be songs that fill the air

that banish all this earthly care.

Alone, entombed, in restless sleep,

we wait the songs that make us weep.

In all that we could see and hear,

the hearts bright song is coming clear.

As gentle as the night's demise,

we see it in the children's eyes.

If Loves sweet ship will stay it's course,

we'll see the end of Pain's remorse.

So sing out loud, and long, and sweet,

then on the banks of light we'll meet,

and join in Love's most earnest prayer

to sing the songs that fill the air.

 

 

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