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By wistful Date: 2001 Jun 10 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.10.16.42.20422]] |
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As I sing in church today thoughts of you make my mind stray from thoughts of God and higher things. (Soft lips win o'er angel wings.) The congregation smiles to see my glowing face lit bright with glee. As the notes soar through the apse, I relive your gentle grasp as you cupped my head to share our first kiss with sweetness rare. If my joy brings them near to God who cares if the source is a little odd? |