A Fountain Of Youth P.O.M June

A Fountain Of Youth The Angels lead me laughing Towards a future bright Where there beside a fountain I’m bathed within the light The light that glows eternal Wrapped in God’s sweet love Delivered by the Angels Like gifts from up above My soul is raised to heaven Far...

Washed Sand November P.O.M.

Washed Sand Who am I that stain the sand Whose every footprint mark this land For as my breath invites the day In idle thoughts I drift away I gaze behind to see my path As in real time the sea it laps But when at last in full retreat I search to find my footprints...