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by Maurice A. Williams His grave still lies beneath the trees Beside a shady pine. I go there often. On my knees, I ask this every time: Lord, may your grace upon him flow And cleanse his every flaw. He will be perfect then, I know. His soul will then enthrall Us all, he'd think so much like You. His body be renewed. Perfect soul, body too, They both with grace imbued. Maurice A. Williams Author of "Apocalypse: Four Horsemen Three Woes." http://www.geocities.ws/mauricewms2003. Williams is a semi-retired Director of R&D and still works as a consultant. He is married, lives at home, and has four children and six grandchildren. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |