By: Ardis E. Parshall - February 21, 2017 The Temple By John M. Freckleton Where we were sealedFor our eternityIs God’s workshopFor happiness. The weight of worryI had carriedIs removed,Since never may our livesBe parted,Come what may.Of all the dark nights,I’ve no fear,For dawn destroys the dark,And you will rise with meWhen death is gone. The moment when our separate waysWere plotted to a single course,I found my foolish brainPreoc...
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