An Angel's Canticle
I sit in heaven with a golden pen, On a gilded cloud floating in an azure sky, Listening to my heart sing now and again Lovely songs and melodies as time goes by. I record every note and rhyme Upon my pearly notebook with painstaking care.. Taking down every lyric, musical note and keep time Recording the love that is found floating there, Hoping that soon my book of songs be ready to share With a mulitude of heaven singing my Canticle With violins and harps of gold Reaching down to one and every soul Renewing spirits young and old! Mary Gonzalez (c)2002 Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 12:39 AM PST, Mary Aris 0 • 8
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"I sit in heaven with a golden pen,..."