All those who die move in grace.
They move strumming a harp,
in divine orchestration.
All those who die move elegantly.
They resonate with angels,
in grand celebration.
All those who die move reborn
proclaiming greatness with song
as they fly in peace....
playing harp of light for God and Soul.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
All those who die move in grace.
They move strumming a harp,
in divine orchestration.
All those who die move elegantly.
They resonate with angels,
in grand celebration.
All those who die move reborn
proclaiming greatness with song
as they fly in peace....
playing harp of light for God and Soul.
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