We Died For Love
Gently ~ hand of God doth rule the waves tumbling waves respond rolling to and fro. But you and I will walk on sand no more, we are going where other lovers go. Gently ~ hand of God doth rule the land mighty mountain and the vale below you and I will travel on the shore safe and sound, where other lovers go. The mystic breath of God controls the night moonshine and the starlight's golden glow but you and I are deep in love no more we die ~ as Shakespeare's lovers died long ago. The whispering voice of God says "Follow Me" to a place above where the lilac grows then you and I fall in love once more sailing to a heaven where loving kindness flows. Author: Joyce Hemsley |