A long year ago
You handed her into His arms
He is the stony hill
She is the mist that hugs the ground
He is the silver birch
She is the wren
He is the dawn
She is the first pink cloud
He is the bright green grass
She is the rainbow
She is the sun on your back
The scent of a cottage rose
The bird's sweet song
She is in His arms.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC
A long year ago
You handed her into His arms
He is the stony hill
She is the mist that hugs the ground
He is the silver birch
She is the wren
He is the dawn
She is the first pink cloud
He is the bright green grass
She is the rainbow
She is the sun on your back
The scent of a cottage rose
The bird's sweet song
She is in His arms.