Piercing through the morn,
The sun no longer mourn.
And winter with iron grasp,
Is halted with a rasp.
Now man and beast arise,
Looking at a new day,
To see their creator's eyes,
Shining in every way.
Praise to the Father, the spirit, the Son,
Praise to the KING, three in one.
Andrew Eaton
Home of Rhett & Link fans - the Mythical Beasts!
A poem.
Just a poem I took from by blog (click link) My blog
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Comment by Andrew Eaton (Fire Wolf) on April 7, 2012 at 12:02pm
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I just came up with it, but thanks!
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Comment by Aimée (Queen of the Amazon) on April 7, 2012 at 12:44am
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I love it :) It's really good.
Excellent use of imagery.
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