By; Angel
Vic S. Tecson
When the
sunrise shines bright
And the
stars come out in the night;
Her angel
is coming home
To fetch
her at dawn.
Wonderful
is the world and green and mold.
And a
woman wears weary, growing old-
Why she
is not afraid to die?
Her readiness, Oh
heavens cannot lie:
An old
imagining her Youth
To write
a gratitude for an Oath
For dying
is worth.
In Jesus
name she claims;
A new
beginning she aims.
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