It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted- George Eliot. OBA2016@Thekingsoracle. All rights reserved.
Day: July 4, 2016
He smiles on me.
God peeped out from the window of his vast heavens. He looked down to see His pretty damsel. The heavens beamed with great joy As the creator and the architect of the Universe Paused to look at me with such joy. He beheld me,His prized possession I am my Father’s Daughter With his great smile…