He Loved...
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Rebecca Navarre
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...Waking to a new dawn, he loved the
mornings songs. He loved the fields of
grain, he loved the dewdrops and the
rain. He loved his Ma and Pa, he loved
fishing and to draw. He loved poems and
a melody, about natures beauty, he loved
to dream. He loved babbling streams,
wasn't crazy about the seas. At home he'd
rather be, with his wife and family. So deeply
in God he did believe. He loved rainbows
and climbing trees, watching the falling leaves.
Snow was always a mystery, like the storms,
the crickets and the bees. He loved to tell of
the wonder and awe, in everything he did see.
And is Loved, ever so dearly! .. He told me God
is in the stars, holding all whom we love... So
love isn't ever far.
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