It is always fatal to have  music or poetry interrupted- George Eliot. OBA2016@Thekingsoracle. All rights reserved.

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…