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Jan 2014
Wandering through the hills
Aimlessly with no thought of where
As i wander with out a need
Hear the crumble of dried leaves
As i walk in the cold
My heartache i know,i hear your beat
Air is crisp an birds chirping as i near
Trees and flowers waving as i pass
They know my destiny
As i reach that golden place
Opening of the gate
Makes me wonder where i am at
Oh Lord you got me at last...
Take me to the valley of peace
Let me join the love of my life..
The gate squeaks and a cloud appears
Heaven found its lost child at last...
Written by
Betty Hodge  WASHINGTON
(WASHINGTON)   
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   Louis Brown
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