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Promises you made
Promises you kept,
Hardly missed a beat
Promises as you slept.
Said you'd one day fly
Why? only yourself knew,
To fly with Holy angels
That's what fliers do!
Capturing love in light
Fed and full when dark,
Love needn't no sound
Swooping as a meadowlark.
Many will always wonder
As I have, many more too,
Is flying easier when alone?
We know that's what fliers do.
Give the Lord a message will ya?
Tell him we need our wings,
Golden halos, much faith too,
Spice it up a bit, convince him
we know that's what fliers do!
Lastly, help us see what you see
So-called mysteries of life too,
On bended knees, laying or kneeling
Help us see Christ, what fliers do!
(To our blessed Mother, Gramma,
Parent, Guardian, Child of God... Rip!
(3/20/1940-9/18/2020) son, William
--BlakMista--
