Beacon
By TinasHeart
Beacon Beacon of light divine, shine down upon my face. Through the raging storm, shed your grace. Darkened storm clouds are billowing on high, waves of agony wash 'oer me. Your saving hand I plea. Sweet Lord, You're my beacon. ©TinasHeart 03/01/02 Another rictameter. They are fun! :) Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 09:15 AM PST 18 • 0 • 12
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