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32. Voices

I heard a songbird or so I thought
A voice more golden than money

A sound that soothed my soul, warmed my heart
And sweetened my lips like honey

I yearned to listen more intently
I was beguiled by all it seemed to say

I searched the horizon for but a clue
But nary a bird flew by this day

Then I glanced into a mirror
A glimpse of an angel did I see

Parted lips spread across such beauty
I knew the notes were from thee

Then I realized the face I knew
Belonged to she who held my spirit

To be graced with such a gift from God
For eternity I will always cherish it


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