When the grey light fades
And the gold spreads
Across the sky again
I think of angels’
Golden wings
Hear their song
And now,
All suffering gone,
They lead me to
The Throne of Light
Where I can see again
The face of my God
When the grey light fades
And the gold spreads
Across the sky again
I think of angels’
Golden wings
Hear their song
And now,
All suffering gone,
They lead me to
The Throne of Light
Where I can see again
The face of my God
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So beautiful with hope. Hugs to you Lorraine:)
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Sending you hugs. x
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This just gave me chills! I love this. One day this will be a reality for me. And I don’t fear death. The thought of lovely angels taking me home some day is beautiful. 😇
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I jnow Renee. I don’t fear death either, it is a lovely thought to me 😊
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Yes it will be when it’s our time. 🦋
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I know
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🤗
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