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First Come the Goodbyes
by Donald Standeford Soon our halleluiahs will roll like thunder; Gladly we will walk, no troubles in our talk; Now were stuck, just hushes and goodbyes, Too soon for eternity; on it we knock; Place of opportunity, land of little lies; Dreams of an Earth rapture into Heaven, Just a cupped peach on Joshuas tree; Its branch Gods hand, curved, no thorn, No briars or tares but the boasting little horn Who hisses in hate at whats on his plate; Alone in this world is truly when I knew How I miss you; down the road, soon to come Are so many hellos, but first comes goodbye; I wait for you as the stars outwait the sun; I miss you as a spinster her youthful hopes, Or as the moon its ocean, continents away. Don V Standeford http://www.donstandeford.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |