LOVE

When we are in the valley low

And the darkness seems to grow,

We think another step we can’t take

And all earthly shadows break;

It is then that we see the love

From above descending like a dove,

So graceful and quiet and pure as snow,

His love through us does flow–

Pure and wonderful, gracious to all,

From heaven to earth it does fall.

Deborah Falter – 12/20/00

 

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