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Clouds. . . . .to Heaven Part I feather pillows in an azure sky hanging there for us to view the wind but an infrequent sigh on this pathway I now pursue, their weightless down beneath my feet gliding me through a breathless dawn I'm close now and soft and sweet An angel choir sings "welcome home" Part II I really am here now beyond all pain in Gods corner where I will remain I'm In spirit form and I now see The place God made for you and for me So much peace is here I'm soaring high How could I have Been afraid to die © 4/26/2000 Collaboration by Donna Friedrichs and Tom Atterberry |
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