That Other Land |
| by Anne |
It is not far away, the place to which they go.
It is just beyond the starlit skies;
it's where the moonbeams grow -
And night is day and day is night and sorrow
comes no more.
Where love abides beyond the tides upon a
golden shore,
And we must wait here for awhile - until it's time
to go.
Although we carry on, we mourn, because we miss
them so;
And through the years, GOD dries our tears...
He said, "My peace I give".
Oh GOD... We thank you for your help and
the chance to live.
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