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Every morning when we see A great ball of light It is our rising son Every morning when we see A great white cross It is our rising son Every morning when we see A stone rolled back It is our rising son Every morning when we see A picture of a child It is our rising son Every morning when we see A winged shadow It is our rising son Every morning when we see My garden growing It is our rising son Every morning when we see Love in your eyes It is our rising son Every morning when we see Grace faith peace It is our rising son
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
Our Rising Son
Every morning when we see A great ball of light It is our rising son Every morning when we see A great white cross It is our rising son Every morning when we see A stone rolled back It is our rising son Every morning when we see A picture of a child It is our rising son Every morning when we see A winged shadow It is our rising son Every morning when we see My garden growing It is our rising son Every morning when we see Love in your eyes It is our rising son Every morning when we see Grace faith peace It is our rising son
Written for the parents of Matthew Blake. I never knew Matthew but I knew his parents way back when in high school. Matthew left this place much too early.
#death#lossofachild
mark-lecuona
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Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
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