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world.
As the angel slumbers for each doubting
heart has rendered her helpless.
She is looked after and ministered unto.
God has fashioned her this way.
She does not thirst, nor hunger, nor
is deprived of memory.
The distant stars wait for a rebirth
of a wasted land.
Who can foretell or phatom what
is to be?
The trickling of the waters, the barron
slopes of tomorrow?
The hungry flames nourished by the
soft winds blowing?
The limits of man, his years forever
numbered.
The fields of cotton billowing as its
seedlings fall to the ground thirsting.
The angel sleeps amist all these
things.
Til doubt turns into belief she slumbers
through an endless time.
While "God's love still reaches out
to all mankind."
written by: Paula aka Angel of Love
January 18, 2003
