I have to write when the words come upon me
Or they scatter like dry leaves in the wind
Then I am left upset you see
For the loss of the blessings showered upon me
At least I am not sad this morning
For the Holy Spirit has touched my soul
Giving solace: giving love
Sent from heaven up above
The words just keep on coming
I am truly feeling blessed
Dear Jesus: you make me soar unto the heights
Like a butterfly to your eagle
My mind has wings
As I climb even higher
Nearer and nearer my dearest one
To thee
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