Mourning

Rain pours down on the window tip tap, tip tap, tip tap The bluebird sings a mournful song The squirrel chatters sorrowful encouragement The wind whistles in grief All is silent. The rain clouds break into a beautiful sunrise Beautiful songs of unison emerge from above The angels of heaven above Sing their never ending song of joy For the spirits of the departed Have risen from the dead And united with the Holy Savior

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