Oct 22, 2019

father who takes away . . . .

Father of loneliness and pain
Father of night father of day

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Take your time read this slowly.

 These words are borrowed, basically  from Psalm 139, also taken back from BHP Pip Wilson like myself frontier youth worker  In the shadows ...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"